Hannah Cohen - California lyrics

California's calling, and it's hard to let her go From the hills, you hear them whisper “Baby, please come home, home.” Your skin was always golden brown and now your cheeks have turned pale Your hands smell like the ocean and now nothing can compare, compare oh California's calling and she wants you to come home So if you think you can go back Be sure not to let her know Her breath is tighter than you think She'll never let you go, go Let you go, go Oh California's calling and she wants you to come home Yeah, she misses you ‘cos you were free And now you left her out in the cold, cold Left her in the cold, cold