prelude//
I`m all chalked out on the ground
by the curtain call.
All of the sharp observations
are a paper trail forty stories tall
Where any conclusions
might slip through my fingers.
As I`m listening to the story
she`s telling now...
It`s a beautiful life
It`s a beautiful life.
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 life...
It`s a beautiful life
But she`s leading me one step behind
With a promise one day we`ll arrive
And if she ever runs out of California
She`s always got she`s always got last summer
In a state of mind with occasional tremors
interlude/
It`s a beautiful life
Under restless and fluroescent skies
She`s all coloured all into the lines
lines lines lines lines...
It`s a beautiful life
And she`s leading me one step behind
With a promise one day we`ll arrive
one day we`ll arrive one day we`ll arrive...
oooh...
interlude
When I get there I...
When I get there I...