California

We planned to rent us a Mustang

But Avis left us high and dry

So we drove up through California

In a busted old Hyundai

Mornings out on Santa Monica

She said it reminded her of video games

I remember saying the same thing long ago

Sometimes we just seem to see some things the same

Yeah, sometimes we just seem to see some things the same

If I close my eyes I go back there with her

Wind in our hair, shoes in our hands

Threading our toes through the surf

The afternoon in Santa Barbara

Watching pelicans fly round the pier

And I said as we walked round the harbour

I don't think folk worry 'bout money round here

The folks they don't worry 'bout money round here

If I close my eyes I go back there with her

Winding our way up on the coast and looking out over Big Sur

And for a moment I didn't worry about anything

She was my queen and I her California king

Yeah, yeah

We flew out of San Francisco

Back to the driving London rain

I loved her in California

I'd love her anywhere just the same