I'm coming down from my cotton cloud
In California rays
Dreaming of sleep, and of peace, and holiday
'Til the sun burns through my brain
I'll come around when the moon is out
Dance in Alabama hay
Play in California rain
'Til the sun melts into clay
Kidding around with all the other clowns
'Til my face washes away
Kicking around the same old patch of ground
Watching bullies on parade
They come around to my cotton cloud
With the moonbeams on their face
And the classics hit parade
'Til the meaning starts to fade
In California rain
In California rain
Play in California