All these words I wrote   Those books were mine   From shattered avenues   Lost silver shine   "You can't catch death" wrote my baby girl   But I'd left that street   And I'd left the world      Books of California      The library is my cemetery   A perfect place for my words to still sleep   Blue sky under ice cream clouds   A hawkline monster still dreams out loud for      Books of California      These words I wrote   Those dreams of mine   Of bottles drunk and city lights   And in Oregon I wrote goodbye waves   So the wind would blow my words away      Books of California