Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

California Blues

8-6-05

I swallowed into sunshine
the titles I didn't fit into.
The words never lived up to
the wit and expectations.
Grander still, you...
grander still, so? So?

These are the days we made;
paved the way with lies
         and worse-off things to do.
I'm tired of cheatin' life this way
but who am I to say
when it's still handed to me anyway?

If this were California
this wouldn't be the blues
but the sky and heart and mine.
In California what is there to lose?
We never played by the rules
         anyway.

I tripped on sand, lost your hand
and all that I could stand.
Grander still, you...
grander still, so? So? SO!

If this were California
we'd become teens with scenes
and ocean-blue dreams.
In California casinos bleed like hospitals;
my hate would be my pleasure from head to toe.

If this were California
my heart'd be empty and my plate'd be full.
In California what you say to spite me
would mean everything to me.
In California (if this were)
in California (if this were)
in California (if this were)
in Cali- in California.
         Grander still, you...
         grander still, so?