California Greg Macpherson

Im California bound

I can hardly wait to lay my beach towel out

The sky is closing in

I can feel the future on my skin

Glistening like a horse

shining like a city of quartz



Running out of phase

The desert and the microwaves

A siren and a whore

in the echo of the last good war

On the air tonight

On the air tonight



Your voice is nothing against the noise of the engine grinding out that summer line

Coast in slow over Reno, the Diablos

I can almost see the waves break on the dial



When the last flight touches down

When the immigrants have kissed the ground

When your legs are tucked away

and the colourful has turned to beige

Stand glistening like a horse

Shining like a city of quartz
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