Larissa Vienna & The Strange California Man
You go around telling everyone that you're fine
After this drink, you say, "I swear this is the last time"
So I hope the streets are painted with gold for you
You're like the bottles you drink
Cold and empty inside
It's the California man in you that breaks my heart every time
Without a goodbye, you went and hopped on the next plane
I guess it doesn't matter
You never took the time to know me anyway
You say you're there, but you'll never understand
You are a ghost that is slipping through my hands
So I hope the streets are painted with gold for you
You're like the bottles you drink
Cold and empty inside
It's the California man in you that breaks my heart every time
