Goin to California Suitcase in my hand Never run away a boy When you can walk away a man
Pride it comes to find you In your hopes and in your dreams Like a thief who tells his lover He’s got one last thing.
Cause I can see the shadows At the foot of my door I can see the faces They don’t doubt us anymore I can see it coming I pray I don’t go blind In the middle of our reckoning time
Easy is a refuge And it’s an easy place to be But when the sun shines on us What will the whole world think
Cause I can see the shadows At the foot of my door I can see the faces They don’t doubt us anymore I can see it coming I pray I don’t go blind In the middle of our reckoning time
The nature of the broken Spirit of the chosen We stand alone A journey through the purpose The weight of when it’s worthless The words don’t show In the middle of our reckoning time
Goin’ to California Suitcase in my hand Never run away a boy When you can walk away a man