Dust motes in the sunlight
Summery haze
Obnubilate shadows
Of my wasted days
What grows in the desert
Like a stone in your heart
A spirit of leaving
Will never depart
Tried all my life to find a place
Somewhere in this world
Surprised to see it in your face
California girl
Hope I don't fuck everything up
I'll try not to fuck everything up
I'll do the dishes and I'll cook for you baby
And I'll stop doing so many drugs
We got candor and ardor
We got transparent thrills
We don't got no money
To pay any bills
Jackrabbit twitching
Ears in the wind
He's got his problems
But he ain't got no sins
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