From New York to Kansas
Through the plains of Arizone´
In a greyhound bus drifting
Far away from home
We're heading out west
To where the sunsets never rest
Oh no we're on our way
Ooh ah California
We're gliding through the fields
Of red and blue
So much alikeness
Yeah it looks like home
Mary says or maybe it's me
Painting images away
On a freeway by the sea
We're almost there
San Diego bay
I hear you're saying
We made it babe
California at last
Oh yeah look out
We're gliding upwards
By the coastline
The water is fine yeah
And your hand in mine
We've finally arrived
Take a look at us now
Let's make it roll
California
We're glad to know ya
I hear you´re saying
We made it babe
California at last
Yeah here we come
Looking out