My love you are exhausted
from wiping my eyes
you'll ask me a million times why I cry
and each time I'll lie
but soon I'll be back under
the sweet Californian sky
and there at a diner we'll have coffee
and share a piece of pie
from wiping my eyes
you'll ask me a million times why I cry
and each time I'll lie
but soon I'll be back under
the sweet Californian sky
and there at a diner we'll have coffee
and share a piece of pie