Song Description

Easy-going, lonely folk-country tune. Lost love.

Lyrics

If it's true that I am sand,
she is footprints on the beach
I'm fine--fine enough
to slip right through her fingers
and catch her breath as it draws me out of reach

If it's true that I'm the boardwalk
solid just as long as you are sure
I'm set--I am set by man
but she was made by holy hands
bringing in the water to the shore

CHORUS:
Just another song about California
(She's still a California girl)
Where you cool your feet
in the ocean and the shade
(You'd better watch or you'll get burned)
I can hear it callin'
(When the wind blows)
But Lordy, I'm not goin'
(Only I know)
'cause California is where my baby stayed

I don't have a dollar to my name
She thinks I'd be a big star if I could
But the stars that shine like gold in Palo Alto
burn brighter than the sun in Hollywood

If it's true that life is a chessboard
then it's clear that I'm a pawn
but even a lowly pawn, it seems,
with classic moves can take the queen
The catch is that he can't hold on for long