Golden hills Along the highway Quiet yearning Marigold Muted memory Dancing pictures California, I've returned Little sister In the shallows Laughing down the Hallways of my mind I hear the screen door Slam behind her California, treat her kind All these faces Names escape me I can't place it But I've known you before Time makes for Shaky recognition California, California, I am home Winding river Headlights blinding In the blackness Before dawn I summon angels On the backroads California, I am gone