The Golden State

She dips her french fries in vinegar The way Achilles' mother dipped him in the Styx And she don't believe in second chances Prays to 11:11, not the crucifix And she told me, she told me That the the past is nothing more than an accident And she's reaching out for me But I'm smoke that's curling from her cigarette And I don't want to leave her but it's already too late A few too many dreamers in the Golden State I don't have time to clean up or to murder or create I'm just another dreamer in the Golden State She always talks with her mouth full And she stands up straighter than an arrow She steps on every crack in the sidewalk To hell with her mother and her bones And she told me, she told me That the present's just a moment I'll forget And she's reaching out for me But I'm smoke that's curling from her cigarette And I don't want to leave her but it's already too late A few too many dreamers in the Golden State I don't have time to clean up or to murder or create I'm just another dreamer in the Golden State There's a gold rush, there's a gold rush There's a gold rush, they're rushing in I am fools gold, I am fools gold But she's not fools gold, she's the real thing And she told me, she told me That the future hasn't even happened yet And she's reaching out for me But I'm smoke that's curling from her cigarette And I don't want to leave her but it's already too late A few too many dreamers in the Golden State I don't have time to clean up or to murder or create I'm just another dreamer in the Golden State I`m just another dreamer in the Golden State I`m just another dreamer in the Golden State I`m just another dreamer in the Golden State