California dreamer
Tell me why did you go
I carved your ever fading figure
Into the ever dying snow

I'll be around, I'll be around, I'll be around
Like a teenager in town
Where all the other young lovers are found

And I think I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow

And you were dreaming of Los Angeles
While I was singing songs you know
You quietly gave away the winter clothes I made for you
While I made angels in the snow

I would have left if you just asked me to
Or come to me before the preacher
Now you're a survivor

And I just thought I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow
I just thought I might have heard you on the radio
But the radio waves were like snow