She is going to Northern California
To spend a little time up on the hill

Five candles light my window sill at night
And foreshadows cast and flicker in the light
Like windy mountain, the stones they never seem the same to me
We run away at night chasing things we could not see

And morning birds are singing sad songs in the afternoon
It's all too often that the morning light finds its way too soon
I don't know and I don't even wanna know why
We stay out all night to find a better sunrise

Now she is going to Northern California
To spend a little time up on the hill
And I wonder, "Where thе hell has she gone?"
And I wondеr if she thinks of me still

The river sings, and the pines they softly moan
The river winds, and the pines are rooted to their home
And how can I follow when your tracks don't lead me to you?
Guess I'm more like a pine rooted at home

I see a freight train loaded with fireflies
We're like a freight train rolling down this mountainside
What was it I mistook for fire in your eyes?
Guess I'm more on the train, she's more bound to fly
Now she is going to Northern California
To spend a little time up on the hill
And I wonder, "Where the hell has she gone?"
And I wonder if she thinks of me still

She goes to church on Sunday with her family
And dances barefoot and twirls around at night
And when she wanders, she can't be good to me
Never come back and walk by my side

Now she is going to Northern California
To spend a little time up on the hill

Now she is going to Northern California
To spend a little time up on the hill
And I wonder, "Where the hell has she gone?"
And I wonder if she thinks of me still