Beneath her clothes, her heart is breaking Spends her mornings making lines Though her pain is real and aching All she owns are borrowed lines
Doesn't know which side to be on Though she's trying every door Only needs the floor she sleeps on All she asks is a little more time
Bobbie's gone to California I won't see her anymore Bobbie's gone to California Like she did the year before And the year before
The day she left, her shirt was clinging To her back wet with rain I watched her leave, heard her singing A song she wrote when Christmas came
Bobbie's young but getting older The face she shows is not her own Winter's near, it's getting colder California's called her home again
Bobbie's gone to California I won't see her anymore Bobbie's gone to California Like she did the year before And the year before
The mirror gives back no reflection Of shadow she will not see It understands she needs protection Of what she swears she has to be
Bobbie's nights are empty tables Hold her 'til she's made to leave Bobbie's dreams are empty fables She makes herself believe To be free
Sometimes she cried because of visions Of what she loved had all been sold There's not much left, no one to listen To the echoes that she holds
How could I tell her when she's fading She'd run out of a place to be There will be no one waiting For the poetry of her soul
I won't see her anymore Bobbie's gone to California Like she did the year before And the year beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
