Before California sank
I think we'd both seen brighter days
All the songs that we once sang
Buried deep beneath the waves
And if you think it's getting better all the time
You must have too much nothing in your tide
You must have too many women on your mind
And beneath the golden arch
On our backs we watch the stars
Put the past under our heads
Went to sleep in different beds
And if you think it's getting better all the time
You must have too much nothing in your tide
You must have too many women on your mind
You must have too many women on your mind
