California

I'm all chalked out on the ground by the curtain call All of the sharp observations are a paper trail forty stories tall Yeah where any conclusions might slip through my fingers As i'm listening to the stories she's telling now It's a beautiful life It's a beautiful lie When it's late she's still talking about california Where the distance from the myth has never been greater From the sea to the boulevard stretching her arms to the desert It's a beautiful life Such a beautiful lie Its a beautiful life But she's leading me one step behind With the promise one day we'll arrive And if she ever runs out of california She's always got, she's always got last summer A state of mind with occasional tremors It's a beutiful life Under restless and fluorescent skies She's all coloured all into the lines, lines, lines, lines It's a beautiful life And shes leaving me one step behind With the promise one day we'll arrive One day we'll arrive, one day we'll arrive Ooh When i get there i When i get there i Always one step behind.