Made up my mind to make a new start. Going to California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
Excuse me while I kiss the sky, California is calling my name and I pour my love into the milk hotel. What if we didn't need reason, I have left reality. This week marks the third week I'll be spending in a hotel. No need for my own bed, haven't seen it in a long while.
Ain't got no home. This is the romantic and nomadic existence.