The sound of my voice picking up the phone Telling lies, telling friends that I am not at home I'm not ready for a smile just yet My brave face will have to wait Another week, I guess 'Cause right now I'm down Kind of like California One thing after another Has taken its toll on me The fires are burning Now here come the winds of change But kind of like California I'll come around again Ice cold coffee, papers by the door Some other things you wanted once That you don't want no more Silence surrounds me just like an ocean tide But I believe that's what I need So I'm a little hard to find The fires are burning Now here come the winds of change Kind of like California I'll come around again Kind of like California I'll come around again