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California Girl
by Howie Spielman

NY Boy:
  You're only twenty-three, but feeling old from your other lives,
And sometimes it's a burden, being so very wise,
You have a gift you can't control, that forces you to
See,
Well then I'm a babe stumbling in the dark, but that's just fine with me...

Because I'm the one who had the knack
For acquiring Earthly goods,
And you believed in me as long as I
Shared them exactly as you would.
So it baffled you when I took our love
And simply turned it off -
Girl you're so California
And I'm just too New York.
   
CA Girl:
  You resemble a boy, but what a man, with so much on your mind
You've already learned to buy success by selling all your time
You have a drive you don't even see, always striving for control
And you chastise me for lacking strength, bending with the winds that blow

Well I'm the one with inner peace
I know my way is right
And to see the whirlpool in your heart
Needs less than second sight
But if turmoil's what you thrive on
Go where you'll get the most
Go back to your asylum
I'll stay here on
my coast.
   
NY Boy:
  We lived together in the fog, but your head was in the clouds
You spoke of sunshine everywhere, I saw storms all around
Protected by your innocence, you stayed safe and warm
Trusting everyone you met, suspecting none

While I lived in a colder world
Fostered by my own belief
And all the warmth you had inside
Couldn't bring on my release
I guess your soul was on a higher plane
Well my plane's taking off
Leaving for the the real world
Back there in New York.
   
CA Girl:
  All the times you pledged your love your mind was somewhere else
Scheming ways to mutate me to an image of yourself
And though I prayed you'd see the truth it came as no surprise
When the love I gave to others too, was viewed with jealous eyes

For as I tried to thaw your heart
You were trying to freeze mine
And now you want to fly away
Leaving your last chance behind
I hope your plane reaches greater heights
Than your spirit has achieved
For if it were as down to earth
I know you'd never leave.


Copyright © 1981 Howard L. Spielman
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