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Thoughts Of California

Album: Ballad On Third Avenue
By:
Ed Hale

Duration

5:49

Genres

Contemporary/Soft Rock

Lyrics

In the cold mist of the morning I went walking from my bed I could hear the sparrows calling from the branches overhead And darkness still was creeping over that aquatic sky Then I thought of California but I still can't figure why The military officers who parade my city block They are gazing through the windows In a state of dread and shock But you will not be shadowed girl you know we can't just die And I thought of California then as I stopped to touch the sky Your father is a senator your mother is the chief They brand you as a sinner so that they can play the priest At the closing of the curtain at the breaking of the dawn Everybody feels for certain that we’ve all done something wrong But you shall not be crucified, you shall not be tamed Everybody just wants to survive in a world consumed in blame As we head to California with our suitcase full of shame California As the light crawls into the atmosphere like a child upon its knees We stare through arching windows and watch the world move underneath To the waltz of early morning to the splitting of the skies Then I thought of California but I still can't figure why But we shall not be crucified we shall not be tamed Everybody just wants to survive in a world so filled in blame As we head to California with our suitcase full of shame California

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