Smoky room and a thin blue light

Her arms were pale as white

Trying to outlast the night

Howling at the moon

Living in the Canyon Inn

Hang-down henna and whiskey gin

Dirty jeans and mudslide hymns

It all began with sum

So adios to California

Nothing to do but turn around

I always thought there's someone coming for you

Only way you'd leave this town

Pasadena in the rain

Eating donuts and reading Twain

How much longer can my brain

Set itself on fire

You said that's it for me

Have a little faith it might set you free

But your faith's no good you see

For me and my desire

So adios to California

Nothing to do but turn around

I always thought there's someone coming for you

Only way you'd leave this town

Two cigarettes from a package gone

Must have thought about it just that long

I never knew you were so strong

I guess I never will

So adios to California

Nothing to do but turn around

I always thought there's someone coming for you

Only way you'd leave this town

Only way you'd leave this town