I'm getting sick of California dreaming The grass is green but it's wearing on my mind It's not that hard baby I know what you're thinking Because a friend like that isn't hard to come by Thats why I want to know How it feels To be alone In a time like this So unreal On your phone I'm not here I am I'm getting sick of wearing out my sneakers Mowing the lawn feels like an awful bore I hear your heart, babe it's louder than the speakers I'll hold your hand as were waling through the store What for I want to know How it feels To be alone In a time like this So unreal On your phone I'm not here I am I'm finding all I Want to know what I Can not decipher I'll try it next year Will I decide to Get on the flight then A chance to see you I never know when