Going To California

I wanted to feel something
To be something
To see something
I wanted to find
One thing that was mine
And leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away
And bury these days
Fantasy
Once reality
Becomes such a parody
If I could find
One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away
And bury these days
If shining
Or if shaking
It's reality faking
If I could find
One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away
And bury these days