When she's sleeping on the sofa,
When she's laying in her Sunday best,
when she's turning over Friday,
I could swear I'm sleeping less and less...
And the ocean's getting warmer,
And California's on her mind,
Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright
And I won't
No I won't
No I won't
'Cause she's already out the door,
she's already out of here
she's already gone away...
already gone away