Walked the sidewalks of San Francisco.
Spent the night in a town called Weed.
Soaked up the sun on Mission Street.
Filled up the day in Chinatown.
It's been said before,
But it's worth saying,
No one could dream a place like California.
It's written before,
But it's worth repeating,
No one could dream a place like California.
Walking along downtown L.A. streets.
Sidewalk homes of makeshift shanties.
Recall the sight of the old growth.
Standing, thinking of a dark Encinitas morning.
It's been said before,
But it's worth saying,
No one could dream a place like California.
It's been written before,
But it's worth repeating,
No one could dream a place like California.
Conjunto Station stranded on the freeway.
The road sign, schoolbus, cultural landscape.
Making way through mountains and desert.
Eastbound daybreak carrying it all back home.
It's been said before,
But it's worth saying,
No one could dream a place like California.
It's been written before,
But it's worth repeating,
No one could dream a place like California.
Spent the night in a town called Weed.
Soaked up the sun on Mission Street.
Filled up the day in Chinatown.
It's been said before,
But it's worth saying,
No one could dream a place like California.
It's written before,
But it's worth repeating,
No one could dream a place like California.
Walking along downtown L.A. streets.
Sidewalk homes of makeshift shanties.
Recall the sight of the old growth.
Standing, thinking of a dark Encinitas morning.
It's been said before,
But it's worth saying,
No one could dream a place like California.
It's been written before,
But it's worth repeating,
No one could dream a place like California.
Conjunto Station stranded on the freeway.
The road sign, schoolbus, cultural landscape.
Making way through mountains and desert.
Eastbound daybreak carrying it all back home.
It's been said before,
But it's worth saying,
No one could dream a place like California.
It's been written before,
But it's worth repeating,
No one could dream a place like California.