There's no water in this canteen
Can't remember when my flat tops didn't have these holes
It's coming on November
Soon it'll be December
And I might as well be sleeping on the north pole
So lets pretend we're in the Golden State
That our eyes are open and it's never too late
Watching the palm trees blow in the wind of Santa Ana
Break it down
Turn it around
Take me today
We could get lost on the pacific coast
Hideaway in a high desert saloon
Get lost in the sunset city
Til' out faces were dirty and gritty
And we're never going back to where we came from
So lets pretend we're in the Golden State
That our eyes are open and it's never too late
Watching the palm trees blow in the wind of Santa Ana
Break it down
Turn it around
Take me today
Break it down
Turn it around
Take me today
I was hoping you'd want to ride away with me
Never been much for new places on my own
Instincts in the right direction
And the interstate bares our reflection
And there's nothing left to do but run away
So lets pretend we're in the Golden State
That our eyes are open and it's never too late
Watching the palm tree blow in the wind of Santa Ana
Break it down
Turn it around
Take me today
Break it down
Turn it around
Take me today
Break it down
Turn it around
Take me today