She looked across
The California streets
Wondered 'bout the boy next door
Slow August night
1963
Could have built a world, twenty more
She liked his car
Time left them in the dust
Misunderstood, built of trust
While he was home
He cared only for the girls
Of the girl next door
For him, harmony
Was perfect number four
How wrong, he's alive, perfect's five
When he was young
He learned that some things would go upstream
They were younger than their dreams
In the California streets
Three daughters down
They were happy as can be
Winter of '69
One younger, one older
One in between
They understood that he tried
One left home
One moved down the street
One stayed back, it's not home for two anymore
Yes, they're far
Far away, far away
There's no love at all for goodbye
If only she'd said to him
Slow down, stay behind
I wish you were home and I'd talked to you alone
In the California streets
I wish you were home and I'd talked to you alone
In the world
That you left