So love, you've had about enoughnOf leaning into the winter windnEyes down and collar upnWhile leaves from European treesnLie shin-deep in the guttersnDown these cold and golden streetsnnIt’s time you left this town behindnAnd though you promised not to cry when you said goodbyenYour eyes are bright with winenAnd oh, so are minennBut I think it only fair to warn younAll those songs about California liednThe stars won’t shine tonightnIt isn’t going to be alrightnnOh dear – you’ve had it up to herenBut if those dark clouds reach to the empty beachnWell at least the coast is clearnAnd so, before you turn to gonA few hopeful words from some vacuous versenYou remember from the radionWell, maybe so