Mama, pin your hair up, cut the grass down
You-ou been, all day, I'll be dust brown, dry and faded
Drink the water, you will quickly bloom
And the followers will full your room, with gold
Swept up yet again by California
However, you're a giver, show me everything you can see
There's a miracle in those stranded tides
Led by feathers, leather boots, and sound
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Mama, pin your hair up, cut the grass down
You-ou be the window, I'll be the deep sound
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
Ah, ah, o-o-ao
