California

Finally found a way for me to be
Something comes along and catches me
And it takes, me so high
On the swings, travel high
[?], get off our back, [?]
Stop to find the thing that you barely see
[?] California sky
Oh my god so red
All the things you find
Chasing down the sunHow
How
HowAnd you're [?] going down
With your [?], travel [?]
Finally found a way for me to be
Something comes along and catches me
And it takes, me so high
On the swings, travel hi-igh
[?], get off our back, [?]
Stop to find the thing that you barely see
[?]