So love, you've had about enough   Of leaning into the winter wind   Eyes down and collar up   While leaves from European trees   Lie shin-deep in the gutters   Down these cold and golden streets      It’s time you left this town behind   And though you promised not to cry when you said goodbye   Your eyes are bright with wine   And oh, so are mine      But I think it only fair to warn you   All those songs about California lied   The stars won’t shine tonight   It isn’t going to be alright      Oh dear – you’ve had it up to here   But if those dark clouds reach to the empty beach   Well at least the coast is clear   And so, before you turn to go   A few hopeful words from some vacuous verse   You remember from the radio   Well, maybe so