Tangerine California
San Diego, Humboldt, Santa Barbara
Napa, cities and sticks
Ocean's warm and freezing waters
Up and down the coast
Hiking in the Redwoods
Camp cliffs that turn to dunes
A lost friend in Tiburon
True love found in the San Francisco Bay
Against a fireworks sky
On a yacht on route to Angel Island
On the beach at Icehouse Lake
California Blue Sky
In all it's glory
Like a flower dome
Frames a little smokestack tugboat, chugging quietly in the distance
And shelters a whisper behind a hill, melting in the heat
The aroma of the trees
Birch, pine, evergreens
The way the sycamore wilts & cries
A mellow, quiet hum
Drooping down lazily over the side of the freeway
Waving a sleepy branch at us as we drive by
The birds fly over the wetlands
In a clear sky
Over the swelling, splitting mountainside
Napa, cities and sticks
Ocean's warm and freezing waters
Up and down the coast
Hiking in the Redwoods
Camp cliffs that turn to dunes
A lost friend in Tiburon
True love found in the San Francisco Bay
Against a fireworks sky
On a yacht on route to Angel Island
On the beach at Icehouse Lake
California Blue Sky
In all it's glory
Like a flower dome
Frames a little smokestack tugboat, chugging quietly in the distance
And shelters a whisper behind a hill, melting in the heat
The aroma of the trees
Birch, pine, evergreens
The way the sycamore wilts & cries
A mellow, quiet hum
Drooping down lazily over the side of the freeway
Waving a sleepy branch at us as we drive by
The birds fly over the wetlands
In a clear sky
Over the swelling, splitting mountainside