Up in the Clouds by The Weather Machine Lyrics

Not everyone ends up in California
Some of us got lost in the clouds
And I might have made plans to come down
If I felt it felt wrong
The sorted sweet taste of the soft on the water
The way that it makes your hair curl
Oh if the ghost of the north was a girl
I might write her a song

Not everyone ends up in California
Some of us got lost in the clouds
Looking for green and for silver love on the boat
Where the cliffs hold their backs
To the rage of the ocean
And slowly erode into salt
And the {?] like wax on the
Line of the Cascadian fault

Not everyone end up in California
A few of us got left behind
So we still keep the lighthouses on
And gather 'round campfire light
Oh they say when you stay at the door to the ocean
It's harder to keep yourself closed
Easier to fall asleep
Like memories going back home
Not everyone ends up in California
Not everyone ends up in California
Not everyone ends up in California
Not everyone ends up in California