Before California sank   I think we'd both seen brighter days   All the songs that we once sang   Buried deep beneath the waves   And if you think it's getting better all the time   You must have too much nothing in your tide   You must have too many women on your mind      And beneath the golden arch   On our backs we watch the stars   Put the past under our heads   Went to sleep in different beds   And if you think it's getting better all the time   You must have too much nothing in your tide   You must have too many women on your mind   You must have too many women on your mind