Watchin' that blonde hair swing To every song I'd sing You were California beautiful I was playin' everything but cool I can still hear that sound Of every wave crashin' down Like the tears we cried That day we had to leave It was everything we wanted it

I'd like to think that our love's worth a tad more It may sound funny but you'd think by now I'd be smilin' Sick of this life Not that you'd care I'm not the only one With whom these feelings I share Sometimes I feel like I'm beatin' a dead horse I guess

I guess I'll always be Of a windmill going round A soldier of fortune. Now I feel I'm growing older And all the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter waiting

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty, holding your hand Walk my way And a thousand violins begin to play Or it might be the sound of your hello That music I hear

Sing me something brave from your mouth And I'll bring you pearls of water on my hips And the love in my lips, all the love from my lips You don't like the sound of the truth Coming from my mouth You say that I lack the proof Well baby that might be so

Silence has taken over me My words are lost and I'm giving in I never thought that I would end up like this Standing face to face and eye to eye This is the price that you pay This is the sound of the end You've got blood on your hands You've turned away

When music's around, stay warm Looking like soldiers waiting to drown And I'm not around no more We've got the time of our lives now And we've got no rhyme and no reason now Pictures of people that don't make a sound It's beautiful, and even though I

Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree; And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud, I can' t understand I get misty, just holding your hand. Walk my way, And a thousand violins begin to play, Or it might be the sound of your hello, That music I

I won't look back Cause by the time that I do you'll be gone I won't have words By the time that I do you'll be gone I won't wake up To the sound of your feet Walking down the hall Like a soft heartbeat I won't wake up On a past so long On the things

Of a windmill going round Guess I'll always be a soldier of fortune And the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound I have often told you stories about the way I lived the life of a drifter Waiting for the day When I'd take your hand