California Christmas

Chased by the thought
Of a gentle summer sun
And the ever fleeting feeling
Of what once was

Shaking sand off your feet
While you’re drenched in the heat
Saw a face covered in joy
When you looked back at me

Time never really passes
Living in a memory
But if nothing feels real
How can this be reality

California Christmas
You're the dog at my door
Who keeps running away
Then begging for more

California Christmas
When your bags hit the floor
All the tears that we shed
Will wash up on the shore

Songs get wrapped in cobwebs
And in calloused reminders
That the world’s getting older
The world’s getting tired

Overworked hands
Grip the railing
In a frozen stairwell
That you wish you’d never seen

You visit places in your head
And daydream in your bed
While longing to forget
What never even happened

The floor feels like the ceiling
And the walls like outer space
You put a hand to your cheek
To remember your face

California Christmas
You’re the dog at my door
Who keeps running away
Then begging for more

California Christmas
When your bags hit the floor
All the tears that we shed
Will wash up on the shore

California Christmas
Why’d you have to leave
An eyelash on my pillow
And fingerprints on my sleeve

California Christmas
I miss the way you listen
To every laugh every cry
Every button and zipper

California Christmas
When I turn 23
Will you still make me feel like
A kid under the tree

That’s when I always felt free