I’m pre-meditating crime of a personal kind nI’m about to go out of my mind nI’m just about sick to death of taking breath nAnd walking this line of mine nNow, folks that know what’s good for them nAre good at ignoring them nBut I just can’t put these thoughts down nI’m harrowed and abused nAnd broken and pursued nBy this notion that follows me around nnMy heart is hurting nMy spirit’s burdened nI feel like a liar and a thief nFor taking air nFor being here nUnwanted nI look for my final release nnGoodbye, goodbye, California nGoodbye and I’ll be moving on nI sang you my songs nI know i’m wrong nFare thee well nAnd I’ll be moving on nnWhen I’m dead and gone nMy immortal home nWill hold me in its bosom nSafe and cold nNo more desires nWill light their fires nOr disturb my immaculate calm nAnd the birds of the air nAnd the beasts of the soil nAnd the fishes of the desperate seas nWill know who I am nAnd our substance will expand nAs part of everything nnAs part of everything, my God nAs part of everything nAnd the clouds will roll nAnd the wind will blow nAnd the beautiful birds will sing nnGoodbye, goodbye, California nGoodbye to your waving trees nTo you succulent wind nAnd all my friends nFare thee well nGoodbye nSo be it nAmen nAmen