It ain't the weather that brings you down The darkest shadows I've ever found Somewhere down along these streets of gold My dreams, like property, are bought and sold Goddamn California Oh, miss my Tennessee Nobody here will ever warn ya Just how cold it all could be Along the canyons and the boulevards The loneliness is never very far See their faces as they turn away The old ones disappear while the young ones stay Goddamn California Oh, miss my Tennessee Nobody here will ever warn ya Just how cold it all could be Nobody ever wants to go But nobody ever wants to leave Nobody tells you who they are Only who they want to be Goddamn California Oh, miss my Tennessee Nobody here will ever warn ya Just how cold it all could be Just how cold it all could be Oh, just how cold it all could be