I'm your biggest fan, California, I'm coming home
All the news of home you read, more about the war and of bloody changes.
Edith Piaf knocked my socks off when I was 8, but I didn't know what she was singing about.
We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day
Elusive dreams and vague desires fanned to fiery needs by deadly deeds of falling empires.