California is where she went when she was seventeen
She turned her back on Baton Rouge and swore she'd be evergreen
She found a sad little Echo Park pad she could not afford
Some would deem hers a frivolous dream, but she would not be ignored
Because the rest just didn't matter anymore
California is what she thought her dreams had granted her
But almost ten years waiting tables had disenchanted her
The hidden cost of each callback she lost
Served to underscore another year there in her bedroom mirror
Another head shot in her drawer
And now the rest just doesn't matter anymore
Turn around, turn around, Baby Evergreen
Find the ground, find the ground
And then find yourself another kind of dream
What she learned when she finally returned was she'd lost the war
But at least she had finally made peace with the girl she'd been before
California, it doesn't matter anymore
California, it doesn't matter much

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