Goin' to California. Suitcase in my hand. Never run away a boy. When you can walk away a man. Pride it comes to find you. In your hopes and in your dreams. Like a thief who tells his lover. He's got one last thing. Cause I can see the shadows. At the foot of my door. I can see the faces. They don't doubt us anymore. I can see it coming. I pray I don't go blind. In the middle of our reckoning time. Easy is a refuge. And it's an easy place to be. But when the sun shines on us. What will the whole world think. Cause I can see the shadows. At the foot of my door. I can see the faces. They don't doubt us anymore. I can see it coming. I pray I don't go blind. In the middle of our reckoning time. In the middle of our reckoning time. The nature of the broken. Spirit of the chosen. We stand alone. A journey through the purpose. The weight of when it's worthless. The words don't show. In the middle of our reckoning time. Goin' to California. Suitcase in my hand. Never run away a boy. When you can walk away a man