Texty: Augustana. All The Stars And Boulevards. California's Burning.

California's burning, burning, burning to the ground
And my head is turning, turning, turning round and round, round

Alie's stomach's churning, churning like a storm today
And your mother's crying, crying, closing up the safe, safe
Closing up the safe, safe

And I'm here, wondering where the sun has gone
Driving through to Mexico, asking why there's no one home

Encinitas likes to miss me like nobody's child
And my eyes like rainy Tuesdays like to watch you smile, smile
Like to watch you smile, smile

And I'm here, wondering where the sun has gone
Driving through a Midwest storm, asking why there's no one home
There's no one home, no one home