You know that good times are so hard to follow
When all your yesterdays shine but the [bad word] tomorrow
I'm such a long, long way from what I used to call home
And now I know so much better than to leave you alone
I know you and me were just passing the time
And though I may be leaving I'm still glad that you were once mine

Your voice sounds so sad and my heart's filled with sorrow
Your tears and my pride are both so hard to swallow
And I love the way that it [bad word] what-may
But I hate the way it all ends in disarray
And when I fell down you took back your sweet hand
Ah, but that's okay babe you're still my beauty
My beautiful land

So as the teardrops fall do I have to beg, steal or borrow?
And when did yesterday's sun turn into raindrops tomorrow?
I'm guessing that we were just passing the time
But I still carry you with me in the back of my mind
I've drank all your wine when I've been alone
California I'm so low but you've made me a home