I'm sick of this small town Swallowing the souls of those before me Where talent comes to die in all its glory And fades away Well there's a place beyond the pines Over Rocky Mountain skies And through Death Valley The chariots await So take me to California Where the dreamers roam Free as the buffalo Cause I want to taste the Morning mist of Feel the golden bliss of The pacific coast So take me West to Cali-Forn I A Well it's too late now To head back east to New York City In the arms of everyone who loves me But they can't help me Cause I was meant to soar Far from the comforts of home Cause it's the journey that makes the man So take me to California Where the dreamers roam Free as the buffalo Cause I want to taste the Morning mist of Feel the golden bliss of The pacific coast So take me West to Cali-Forn I A Take me to California Where the dreamers roam Free as the buffalo Cause I want to taste the Morning mist of Feel the golden bliss of The pacific coast So take me West to Cali-Forn I A So take me west to Cali-Forn I A So take me west to Cali-Forn I A