Day breaks over the city of my childhood. Daybreak over the city I called home. Where the sage met the sea. And the groves were sweet and green. It's a city that lives only in my dreams. The groves where we played when we were children. The groves where we fooled around as teens. Those green groves are paved from la to santa fe. That city lives only in my dreams. Landmarks lost to parking lots in the city I called home. Looking back I see what used to be. Now freeways crawl though the suburban sprawl. As far as the eye can see. And the city lives only in my dreams. Twilight shades the valley of my memory. When citrus groves still perfumed the sky. But I guess those orange blossoms. Weren't so special after all. Now it's a city of days gone by. Landmarks lost to parking lots in the city I called home. Looking back I see what used to be. Now freeways crawl through the suburban sprawl. As far as the eye can see. And the city lives only in my dreams