CALIFORNIA
Wasted my days at the Alternative CoffeeHouse
The summer before they closed it down
Turned a corner store into a coffeeshop
Like a little piece of California in our town
For Freaks and Geeks and Poets Without Pens
For Dreamers who Never Left the Ground
If they told you, you were lost
In our palace of poets you'd be found
With a guitar, or an inkpen
Idea burning bright
Candles flickered on until the unwelcome sun
Like us all just barely hanging on
To the moment that we shine
CHORUS:
Wish I was in California
Somebody teach me how to smile
Like you did, like I wish you’d do again.
Who was I,
When I laid my head down in your lap
Who was I with you and them? I wanna be him again
That smile we passed around
Didn't go home with anyone
Kept it there as our little secret
They can’t steal away with all their whitewashed sin
Besides who would understand
That we don't care for where you're going
Who you were, or what you've done
All we know is to take you as we find you
And to play our anthems, as you sing along
CHORUS:
Wish I was in California
Somebody teach me how to smile
Like you did, like I wish you’d do again.
Who was I,
When I laid my head down in your lap
Who was I with you and them? I wanna be him again
We learned a little about this life
You've got to choose your destination well
But be in no rush,
You'll get there soon enough
Don't have to live between each crisis in the making
Just gotta let a well known stranger's song
Carry you along
Wish I was in California
Somebody teach me how to smile
Like you did, like I wish you’d do again
Who is black-n-white inside
And wouldn't give it all
Just to be, collecting
Colors as they fall
Out of grace and a palace of poets
Here we're safe
From a world of war and rage
In August they closed our Alternative
Said we spoke our minds to loud
What were we supposed to choose?
Black and White Dreams or Walking Round all Black and Blue
From this small town attitude and small town abuse?
CHORUS:
Wish I was in California
Somebody teach me how to smile
Like you did, like I wish you’d do again.
Who was I,
When I laid my head down in your lap
Who was I with you and them? I wanna be him again
Prayer for Those Seeking A California
To The Artist who has Crafted us all
We come to you asking for Homes in other Hearts
We asked that we be Assigned to our own Tribes
We Petition you boldly for our Place in Your Kingdom
We seek from you a Palace of Poets where we are Safe
We ask that you remember we are Orphans in this World at War and Rage
We Plead that other Eyes and Hearts may See
We ask that they see how you Stitched us with Purpose and Molded us with a Plan
We ask that they understand the Mission we have been asked to Bear like a Ring
We ask You for Fellow Travelers as Comrades and Muses and Friends
We ask for the Names on our White Stones to be Read as we Sleep and Dream
“He who has an ear, let him hear what the Ruach is saying to Messiah’s communities. To the one who overcomes I will give some of the hidden manna,[ and I will give him a white stone—and written on the stone a new name that no one knows except the one who receives it.”
Revelation 2:17 Tree of Life Version
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