So I thought I'd leave for the border
Get away from this mess of myself
I had room left on my recorder
And enough gas in the tank for the trip
I made my grand entrance into California
Lost what was left of my money on cards
Not long after that I sold my recorder
Guess I won't have a record of this but my song
So I'm leaving California
I just can't live on the edge of the world
If you've heard this before I didn't mean to bore 'ya
But there's always a chance this could happen to you