The sun start over oceannThe pins hung up your hairnA California coastlinenIs what I wouldn’t carennAnd I find it hard to turn you off when your not herenAnd I find it hard to tune you out to disappearnnOn the five we found itnThe one that it slipped awaynA Catalina’s targetnTo fall in love on new years daynnAnd I find it hard to turn you off when your not herenAnd I find it hard to tune you out to disappearnnAnd I find it hard to turn you off when your not herenAnd I find it hard to tune you out to disappear