I can't stay here.

Just photographs
happy faces of myself
laughing back at me

What a fool I was
What a fool I am.

I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
the ocean air will blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.

I bought this beat up truck
took a couple hundred bucks,
the rest I leave for you

except these six strings
that hurts my fingers to play

I think I'll go to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air blow
right through
and take my sin
back to you.
I can't stay here,
with you.

I sold my amps, and cut my hair,
quit my band and took your hand
I played the game the best I could

I traded who I am, for suits
and deals with some crooked dudes,
friendships for revenues.
I can't stay here
in this make believe land
I can't pretend
I'm your kind of man.

If you get close to neverland
won't you talk toTinkerbell
tell her this lost boy
has broken out of hell

maybe I'll grab a twister
and ride it up to OZ
shack  up with someone wicked
and help her with her cause

But I can't stay here
in this make believe world

I can't pretend
You're my kind of girl.

I'm off to California
she'll know just what to do
I'll let her ocean air
blow right through
and take my sin
back to you.

I can't stay here.

I Can't Stay Here (Acoustic Blog Sneak)