You
   Poor you
   Playing so long but you're still not grooving
   I see you running but I see you ain't moving
  
   And me
   Pitiful me
   I sleep with both eyes open but I'm just not seeing
   The forest let alone the trees
  
   California here I come
   Open up your golden arms
   I had enough of the New York City slums
   My brother he went before me
   My God watch over me
   California here I come
  
   Can we stop
   Obsessing
   There's food on the table let's count our blessings
   How come we wanna be messing
   Messing around
   With the wild wild west
   Must be a better life than this
  
   How come
   Some people got it all
   Some people got none
   I been banging my head against
   The writing on the wall
   But now
   I just wanna have fun
  
   California here I come
   Open up your golden arms
   I had enough of the New York City slums
   My brother he went before me
   My God watch over me
   California here I come
  
   California I'll be there
   Let me fall into your hair
   I won't be guilty for my New York City care
   My sister come along with me
   Our God is offering our share
   California I'll be there