Nights in the hilltops We were looking for a friend's supply for stranger times Spots on the asphalt run together in a shiny mess of city sweat We're all living out in California Trying to find our spot in the shade We're gonna make it here in California but we're running out of youth to waste The night is running dry and we're coming back for more Somebody check the time before we all melt away Tomorrow's just a dream: we've forgotten it before but in the morning light we remember that the world is grey Swimming through the ride back We were flying through coastal plains in empty lanes While waterfront smokestacks Painted pillars on a morning sky with charcoal sighs We're all living out in California Where everyone can put their feet in the sand We're gonna make it here in California Tomorrow everything will turn out like we planned The night is running dry and we're coming back for more Somebody check the time before we all melt away Tomorrow's just a dream: we've forgotten it before but in the morning light we remember that the world is grey Could somebody catch some colors for me Paint my eyes so the world looks lovely