You told me so openly, love, That I'm all you've been thinking of You wouldn't go back on that now You followed along from the start And all that you brought was your heart A pumping machine in your chest And, this is how it is. This is how it is. I'm turning off the telephone, The thermostat inside my home I'll have the mail held back for weeks And still this is no guarantee I'm doing everything I can I'm letting the temperature drop And hoping this clicking might stop The chemical balance is off You traded your heart machine in For one on the television The hours and dollars you spend And, this is how it is. This is how it is. This is how it is. This is how it is. This is how it is. This is how it is. I'm turning off the telephone, The thermostat inside my home I'll have the mail held back for weeks And burn the furniture for heat I'm doing everything I can You're hanging like the Hindenburg Inside my head I'm putting out the fire, But it's not looking good I don't believe a word you say Can California be that great?