I let the rain was me clean,
As I dream of that California scene
Where the waves, so mean
I can hardly breathe
Searching for that life without routine
How have I become this machine
Resting at a computer screen
Drowning caffeine, just to feel seen.
I let the rain wash me clean,
As I dream of that California scene
A car between a mountain and the sea
Where we rolled down our windows to scream,
Screaming for that life without routine.