It could be the Christmas season Why I want to get away And just lately for no reason I've been thinking of LA There's a place called Laurel Canyon Where Houdini still has fun I've been dying for some action And a little bit of sun Let's catch a plane to California There are clouds about to break We'll take the first flight in the morning Won't that make a great escape It hardly rains in California We could stay there for a while And if it doesn't make us happy We could always fake a smile Oh, California We can go and visit Joni In her mansion in Bel-Air Will she still be painting only Does she still have angel hair She has turned her back on romance So she lives there on her own We could ask about Alberta If she ever misses home Let's catch a plane to California There are clouds about to break We'll take the first flight in the morning Won't that make a great escape It hardly rains in California We could stay there for a while And if it doesn't make us happy We could always fake a smile Oh, California