Before California sank I think we'd both seen brighter days All the songs that we once sang Buried deep beneath the waves And if you think it's getting better all the time You must have too much nothing in your tide You must have too many women on your mind And beneath the golden arch On our backs we watch the stars Put the past under our heads Went to sleep in different beds And if you think it's getting better all the time You must have too much nothing in your tide You must have too many women on your mind You must have too many women on your mind