Steinbeck's Eden is dry and dusty The wind rose groan of greener days The well pump handle is long since rusty The windfall rain and valley haze So just keep going wild honey Somewhere northward of Monterey Up above the fog its sunny One more wonderful summer day Mine is a paradise made for one There used to be more but that is now gone Where you went when you went no one knows I treasure the lingering smell of your clothes Though I love the fields of wild flowers Never once did I carry them away To lay on your grave in the soft early hours Cuz that's not the California way So I went back to that place and I swam into the riptide It beckoned me in and I could not stay away It spared me my life though I begged it to take me But that's not the California way Califronia way