I remember the day - the day when I had to take you to the airport
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And put you on a plane, and so you left me.
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Left me alone on an empty tube train, deep under the ground,
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While you were bathed in sunlight, high above the clouds.
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I needed you here to be my sunshine in London town.
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California's had more than its fair share.
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You left me to these small skies, and to rain-soaked concrete,
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To Morrissey and Robert Smith and complicated streets I know,
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On which you lost your patience and your way,
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The way you always did on steel grey rainy days.
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I needed you here to be my sunshine in London town.
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California's had more than its fair share
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Of beating summer sun and shining seas,
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But it doesn't have a shred of honesty.
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I know the truth - yeah, Neil Young and Joni Mitchell were Canadians.
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I guess that makes sense - they had their fill and then they moved away again.
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You're not alone, we all sometimes use words that we don't understand.
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Your "love" was only just skin deep and in the end it gave me cancer.
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You might have been my sunshine, but I'd rather have a rainy day.
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California gets just what it deserves.
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Sunshine State
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| Frank Turner |
