It's winter in New York City
But your hot tub is always warm
Three thousand miles away in California
You’re smoking on the deck
In the eucalyptus air
And the man you'll come to love is standing there

It's not kismet
It’s not destiny
And this place ain't no Shangri-La
But it's a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees
There's something about Berkeley

Dating back to days spent in Codornices
Clamor uphill and slide back down
Two childhoods entwined in California

He's playing hide and seek (Come out, come out)
And sees a small girl on a swing. (Wherever you are.)
And neither one suspects a thing. (Ready or not)

‘Cause it's not kismet
It's not destiny
And this place ain’t no Shangri-La
But it’s a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees
There’s something about Berkeley
The way the sun beats down in the afternoon
The way the fog drenches the bay
And the way you just keep on circling back
Like you just can't stay away

I spent nine years in New York City
Writing words down and telling tales
Before I saw the coast of California
Before I saw the Golden Gate
And the settings for the tales you'll tell
And now I'm under Berkeley’s spell

It's not kismet
It's not destiny
And this place ain't no Shangri-La
But it's a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees
There's something about Berkeley
And I don't believe in fate, but sure as I can breathe I can see
There's something about Berkeley