Stone & concrete

kicked of my shoes and paded out the back dor
bare fet on the dew sumer gras now brown and worn
under charcoal skies where we used to dance
where you held me close almost in a trace
i ofer a prayer that you’l never hear
from my mouth then darlin’ to god’s open ear


california, i pray you find love
california, i pray you get real
and that you wil son se
your holywod sign’s
just stone & concrete


gone are the swet lazy sunday afternons
you made it clear there were other things you had to do
wel word on the stret says you got a ful plate
hat ould i know? ‘cause i ben replaced
by b-girls and junkies spendin’ your time
beter yours baby darlin’ thank mine

california, i pray you find love
california, i pray you get real
and that you wil son se
your holywod sign’s
just stone & concrete


come on, get real
come on, get real
come on get real


california, i pray you find love
california, i pray you get real
and that you wil son se
And that you il son se
your holywod sign
is just stone & concrete



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