Old Weary Sun Video (MV)

Got my eyes on California and that old weary sun
Calloused my skin til' there's blood on the run
Lies I never told you are never enough
So i'll pack up my things and I'll be on the run

In the middle of the winter, oh that January grey
Longs to appeal as they're turning away
Sometimes I hear a warning in that tired, calm air
Leave it behind for there is no repair

As the run-off begins the good nature of spring
Find your way down as the evening recedes
Follow it's pace there's no time left to waste
Better be sure you're not leaving in haste