From the Rafters

Roll out of bed Huaraches and a poncho Looking for lefts On the bumper of a Bronco Shooting BB guns at the Coke cans Wore a shoelace as a headband Tied the mattress down to the top of the van Singing Californ-I-A In the dark, there is a light that shines above me And it doesn't die from the rafters Lost the ceiling lights Flickering bulbs are no longer bright Shooting Pali off onto Sunset In a 911 or a white Corvette Playing OBT on the tape cassette Singing Californ-I-A In the dark, there is a light that shines above me And it doesn't die from the rafters From the rafters above From the rafters above, the light will come through Old dusty cobwebs and shine on you, on you, on you