Redondo Beach was calling me, I had to make it home,

I’d overstayed my welcome in the frozen wastes of Nome,

I missed the blue Pacific and the apple pie and cream,

and slowly headed south to see my California dream.

The mercury was dropping as I held my thumb on high,

no cars or trucks were stopping and I knew the reason why,

I had to make it on my own, as hard as that may seem,

to go through Hell and back to reach my California dream.

I struggled down through Canada, despite the constant rain,

the shivers hit me while I travelled slowly through Spokane,

Montana warmed me up again, the winter sun agleam,

as I trudged ever downwards to my California dream.

The soles upon my shoes were wearing thin by Idaho,

I wrapped my feet in rags to tackle Rocky Mountain snow,

but Yellowstone is where I think I lost my self-esteem,

and almost quit the quest to find my California dream.

I made the beach at last and felt the warmth of summer sun,

the sea was cold, I felt as if my life had just begun,

I sank beneath the waves, a part of nature’s cryptic scheme,

and drifted into Paradise – my California dream.

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