California´s burning, burning, burning to the ground...
and my heade is turning, turning, turning round and round...
alie´s stomach´s churning, churning, like a storm today...
and your mother´s crying, crying, closing up the safe...

and I´m here, wondering where the sun has gone...
driving through a Midwest storm,
asking why there´s no one home...

Encinitas likes to miss me, like nobody´s child..
and my eyes like rainy Tuesdays, like to watch you smile...

and I´m here, wondering where the sun has gone...
driving through a Midwest storm,
asking why there´s no one home...