Wandering through the city Disguised as Klondike Kids The yellow disc would shine upon us all Fooled like a forty-niner I should have known by now There's no use in waiting for a call When I look out on the prairie A vision made to blind The tide is rising up I can't unwind California Gold Until the night gets old I long to see the sight of silence Surfing on the Pacific The tears of broken dreams Is it ever a wonder why you're blue I was somewhat prolific At least in Hollywood What remains when history is through When I look out on the prairie A vision made to blind The tide is rising up I can't unwind California Gold Until the night gets old I long to see the sight of silence You're a Midas touch for the winner A beater's skin for the loser But all in all it all works out As long as we stay twenty carat based on merit California Gold Until the night gets old I long to see the sight of silence California Gold Until the night gets old I long to see the sight of silence