They came for the gold, they stayed for the weed.

Either way they always fell for me.

They used me up, ran me dry.

Making their art by the reservoir side.

I know they want me, they know what I mean.

California, more than a dream.

Do you hear the seashell at your ear, the rushing wave of cars?

Coyotes weeping in the hills, the buzzing of the stars?

Sing to you now like I always do, wherever you are…

I will be waiting. I will take you far.

Draw a portrait of you on a Malibu beach,

hold you in my Santa Ana breeze.

Put your head in my lap, promise you’ll stay,

close your eyes and listen to me play.

‘Cause I know you want me, you know what I mean.

California, I’ll sing you to sleep.

Do you hear the seashell at your ear, the rushing wave of cars?

Coyotes weeping in the hills, the buzzing of the stars?

Sing to you now like I always do, wherever you are…

I will be waiting. I will take you far.

Judy Garland, you’re home now, you’re home now.

Judy Garland, you’re westward bound, you’re westward bound.

You came for the fame, you stayed for the sea.

Either way, you fell for me.

Nora Rothman - EP

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