Letra
Ver letra con acordes
The sound of my voice picking up the phone
Telling lies, telling friends that I am not at home
I'm not ready for a smile just yet
My brave face will have to wait
Another week, I guess
'Cause right now I'm down
Kind of like California
One thing after another
Has taken its toll on me
The fires are burning
Now here come the winds of change
But kind of like California I'll come around again
Ice cold coffee, papers by the door
Some other things you wanted once
That you don't want no more
Silence surrounds me just like an ocean tide
But I believe that's what I need
So I'm a little hard to find
The fires are burning
Now here come the winds of change
Kind of like California I'll come around again
Kind of like California I'll come around again