If I'm gonna live in this New England town
I'm gonna paint my house California Brown
Gonna add a little color to the winter grey
Gonna carve a little depth into the frozen day
Breaking off the edges of the sidewalk ice
The crunch beneath my boots well it feels so nice
But I'd trade it in a second just to hang around
Where the sun's hanging over California Brown
California Brown
Where the gold trail ambles through the bone dry ground
I'm the lion in the brambles just outside of town
Staring down the valley without making a sound
Watching for the sun to go down
When the leaves are all gone and the branches are spikes
And the neighborhood kids have packed away their bikes
And staring out the window is like staring at a frown
I do my best to think of California Brown
California Brown
Where the gold trail ambles through the bone dry ground
I'm the lion in the brambles just outside of town
Creeping towards the valley without making a sound
Waiting for the sun go down
Sun hanging down
Orange and blue above brown
California Brown
Where the gold trail ambles through the bone dry ground
I'm the lion in the brambles just outside of town
Creeping down the valley without making a sound
Watching for the sun goes down
Surrounded by California Brown