Jimmy left New York for California The east river wind blew him on his way Past the cracked concrete through the sky he scraped Said if you live like a ghost you don't leave no trace He stood on the edge of the big black ocean If you lean too close you can fall right in And a man he met said that California was sinking That he was standing on the edge of the earth It may be hard, hard to believe Before it all falls in I wanna make my mark Before I go swimming with them Great White Sharks I wanna walk this land with a pick and a pan I don't believe the gold rush is over The man said boy you got some big ideas You better make some room for the raging seas Soon you'll have salt water up to your ears You'll take one last breath and go under It may be hard, hard to believe He wanted to find out how much he was worth He wanted to leave a scar on the face of the earth But the tricks of the trade made a fool out of him Once a man eats well he gets hungry again And it's a hell of a day when you realize The people you despise are keeping you alive And you search down your soul But you don't have the guts To look into that mirror and admit that you're fucked. It may be hard, hard to believe. It may be hard, hard to believe.