Never have to worry For all that we know The truth be told As we lay down low Walking the thin line Let the happiness in For now it's fine We're living the lie September's here again

California's bleeding me (blame it on the weather) Sail me down the river Temper like a trigger Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together) California's bleeding me, and I don't care tonight I'm not the billionaire class I'm from San Lorenzo

Look what I found Just layin' on the ground But look what I found Somebody who loves me (One, two, three) I'm alone in my house I'm out on the town I'm at the bottom of the bottle I've been knockin' them down

I talked you into slippin' down the hall, baby, turn it on Your playlist you play when you're in the shower Talked you into taking up my time, making up your mind Switching back and forth for an hour And now you're lookin' like a line from a Vandross

By the midnight hour Lay it down, lay it down Lookin' 'round for a feelin' I love the rhythm and blues The place was rockin' and reelin' I thought I'd shake me loose The band was pumpin' Motown Lord how they could play The girls a-started singing

Home ain't where his heart is anymore He may hang his hat behind our bedroom door But he don't lay his head down to love me like before He knew how to reach me deep inside And he found a part of me I could not hide And we'd walk and talk and touch

We were fast car, top down, George Straight singin' bare feet, Slow dance long hair swingin' Under the neon sky, just watching the world go by We were laying by the river when the moon started drippin', Finally figured out what a boy been missin' Sinkin'

Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

I'm a riser I'm a get up off the ground, don't run and hider When darkness comes to town, I'm a lighter Hey I'm a fighter A get out aliver, of the fire, survivor Lay your pretty head down on my shoulder You don't have to worry anymore This old world is

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,