You got all the way to California before you changed your mind
If you could've found the way from California
Would you have stayed behind
And the priest and the poet both laid claim to your land
And told you look to the future Through the holes in your hands
And you lie there beside her with one foot on the floor
Because she fed you the Kool-Aid and then she showed you the door
And I know, but won't reveal, that you took both hands off the wheel
And I saw through the guile hidden behind every smile
When there was nothing, you had denial
Like the speed of sound as it crosses water late at night
You just turned around and set a new course overnight
There was a fee for the finder, paid twice through the nose
And a mournful reminder stained your skin and your clothes
It wreaked of the havoc that no cards could predict
When he said no you can't have it, you're a habit I've kicked
And on this sacred ground no one moved when you fell down
And it flowed from your eyes to this blood-red painted town
The ones who remember
You were around in the days of the kings and the crowns
I missed my only chance to say, hey, where you bound?
You got all the way to California before you changed your mind
If you could've found the way from California
Would you have stayed behind