I let the postcards pile up with no intent Of sending them off to your doorstep I count the dollars wasted on the paper places But all the stately shapes remind me where I've been With no more window panes stealing heat from me Because I'm on my way And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again Because I'm going to California Here it's hard to get a drink I'll shut my mouth The silence is most comforting I guess it's good to not ever feel the same here But I guess you'll never know The backlit scenery's been painted on the walls With no more window panes stealing heat from me Because I'm on my way And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again Because I'm going to California Dear me, it's then And I'm this, I've done what I had fun, played dumb But what's changed? I'm curious what's new I can't believe - how dare you! I know I'll hear from you soon With all you've been keeping from me Now I'm keeping this from you No more window panes stealing heat from me Because I'm on my way And I'll never have to see the cold on your Goddamned face again Because I'm going to California