Heard you got some new friends the other day
I heard you're carrying yourself in a brand new way
Wrote a song that made me think of you, don't remember how it goes
It was kind of slow and sad, and very easy to compose
California's a concept in which all dreams fade
Polyester and apathy I'm glad I never stayed
California's a metaphor for the death of all men
Seven trumpets sound on a day that has no end