Nights in the hilltopsnWe were looking for a friend's supply for stranger timesnSpots on the asphaltnrun together in a shiny mess of city sweatnWe’re all living out in CalifornianTrying to find our spot in the shadenWe’re gonna make it here in Californianbut we're running out of youth to wastennThe night is running dry and we're coming back for morenSomebody check the time before we all melt awaynTomorrow’s just a dream: we've forgotten it beforenbut in the morning light we remember that the world is greynnSwimming through the ride backnWe were flying through coastal plains in empty lanesnWhile waterfront smokestacksnPainted pillars on a morning sky with charcoal sighsnWe’re all living out in CalifornianWhere everyone can put their feet in the sandnWe’re gonna make it here in CalifornianTomorrow everything will turn out like we plannednnThe night is running dry and we're coming back for morenSomebody check the time before we all melt awaynTomorrow’s just a dream: we've forgotten it beforenbut in the morning light we remember that the world is greynnCould somebody catch some colors for menPaint my eyes so the world looks lovelyn