Dan Arwady Music

Lyrics

In a city that lies in the desert
Far away from the surface of the sea
In my sorrow I gaze in wonder at what’s come over me

And an old friend comes to my table
With the ache of a card up her sleeve
In your shadow, I hear the music of beautiful make-believe

And it’s not that I can’t help you
No it’s not that I must go
It's that I feel the wind surrounding you
As you slip past my soul
As you slip past my soul

California can see the sunrise
On the mountains that melt before the day
California, you can see my baby before she slips away

And it’s not that I can’t help you
No, it’s not that I must go
It's that I feel the wind surrounding you
As you slip past my soul
As you slip past my soul

California, you’ve been so good to me
Take my daughter, take her by the hand
Lead her far away and tell her someday that she will understand

That it’s not that I can’t help you
No, it’s not that I must go
It's that I feel the wind surrounding you
As you slip past my soul
As you slip past my soul
As you slip past my soul
As you slip past my soul