It's been 18 months and 14 days to the day, the minute, the hour
And I'm so over Socal
The gridlock maze, the brownish haze, who knew the sky was blue
And that air could be good for you, who knew
Said goodbye to the shake and bake
Make no mistake, in due time
You'll come around to my way of thinking
When you're stuck on the 710, the 605 or the 405,
It's a hundred and five you feel barely alive
Yes you'll come around to my way of thinking
And head on up this way
I'd rather deal with some rain and cold
Than face another crowded freeway
In declining greater L.A.
After 28 years of living that way said so long, said so many so longs
And I'm so over Socal
And believe me I know that it don't need me what it needs is more room to breathe
It's time for you to leave
Say goodbye to what once was the golden state the California dream
You'll come around to my way of thinking
When the wildfires lead to the mudslides
When roadrage leads to the drive-bys
and you hope that you will get out alive
So come around to my way of thinking
And move on up this way
I'd rather live in this slow small town
Than in the sprawling urban decay
That is declining greater L.A.
So many nights we were stuck in the canyon
The Santa Ana winds stoked the flames with wild abandon
The hills on the side of the road all charred black
If you pass through Cajon you might never come back
Desert turn to city as more and more come
Today's new development will be tomorrow's slum
Pollutants are growing like the population'
So just stay inside to avoid suffocation
Today.