From the hills you hear them whisper
Baby please come home home
Your skin was always golden brown and now your cheeks have turned pale
Your hands smell like the ocean and now nothing can compare compare oh
California8217 s calling and she wants you to come home
So if you think you can go back
Be sure not to let her know
Her breath is tighter than you think
She8217 ll never let you go go
Let you go go
Oh California8217 s calling and she wants you to come home
Yeah she misses you8216 cos you were free
And now you left her out in the cold cold
Left her in the cold cold