The smell that's in the air
when it's cool and the stars are clear
the summer nights outside
just feeling that alive
makes me forget I'm not right here right now
I let myself get far away somehow
'cause I'm not in California
The smell of the tires on the street
or a familiar Pink Floyd melody
in my first sixteen years
I spent so much more time here
And life is so much harder now that I'm older
and all these things make me miss California
I can only feel in sensory
only get to smell or hear
or see some pictures from my childhood and life
It is simple when you're living in a memory
and I'd spend much more time
in California if I could
How I miss the summer rain
and how when I'm sitting inside I'll be okay
it reminds me of where my father is
in California, he'll always be there