California Dreams

California Dreams
Lorena works all night at a roadside café
Pouring out dreams in an old coffee cup
And the money she makes it is never enough
To take care of the crack s and the lines in her face

Now California gold it really don’t look like much
In the dry parched hills of summertime
And California dreams you know they really don’t seem so fine
In the dry parched hills of summertime, summertime, summertime

Lorena wipes off the counters cleans an old stove top
And she hopes for a better day on down the line
Where dreams can be more than nickels and dimes
Far away from the neon signs in an old truck stop

Now California gold it really don’t look like much
In the dry parched hills of summertime
And California dreams you know they really don’t seem so fine
In the dry parched hills of summertime, summertime, summertime

And when it comes to the end of the day
She’ll get down on her knees and she’ll pray
Knowing she has this one life to live
And that someday something somewhere has just got to give

Lorena she waits for the day when it’s quittin’ time
She’ll drive off into a hot dark night and she’ll be gone
To the sound of the radio playing an old country song
Keeping time to a new beginning as the car wheels whine

Now California gold it really don’t look like much
In the dry parched hills of summertime
And California dreams you know they really don’t seem so fine
In the dry parched hills of summertime, summertime, summertime