Moke Hill California
Innocence lost, wouldn't you agree?
Telephone calls, floating in the breeze.
Quietly long; city by the sea.
Deafening thoughts telling me to breathe.
I'm going back to California,
(And) leaving everything behind.
No more time for hesitation,
No more time to change my mind.
Confident talk, blinded by the trees.
Never in doubt, following your lead.
Time to move on, learn to set it free.
Deafening thoughts, telling me to leave.
I'm going back to California,
(And) leaving everything behind.
No more time for hesitation,
No more time to change my mind.
