Blue sky , two lanes are open widenI love the song of a black top roadnHeading away from a simple lifenI took some papernIt tasted funnynWay out yonder in complicated CaliforniannSlow down, good timesnSlow down, good timesnnA cigarette and tea is all I had to eatnA metal band at Scream was all I heard for weeksnI miss my ChitlinsnI miss my GravynTrue love was grantednwhen they let Me into California...CaliforniannSlow down, good timesnSlow down, good timesnnGood friends, young timesnIts all part of the shot we're takingnnI good friend moved outnhey, the edges had started to sharpennhe referred to it as graduationnnSlow down, good timesnSlow down, good timesn