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      Chorus:   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      Chorus      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