Los Angeles

I've been tellin' everyone I know
 That when September comes, I'll make my move
 I'll change my email and lose my phone
 I'll shave my head and buy new clothes
 And let those Santa Ana winds just blow away
 These old, old computer blues
 That I've accrued
 So I picked a U-Haul up in Queens
 Packed up my things and bid my last adieus
 But as I drove through New Jersey
 I had a thought that did disturb me
 Maybe winter's not a season, it's a state of being
 That just being in a warmer state won't help me lose
 And so I won't be movin' out to Los Angeles
 This fall, after all
 I got a mother that I just can't please
 I got a lover that I can't just leave
 And I've signed along the dotted line and I turned in my keys
 But I'm nowhere close to Los Angeles
 So I'm driving back to New York
 To the tune of "California, here we come"
 My cat curls up in the shotgun seat
 And she gives one of those looks to me
 That seems to say, "Well, that was quite the stunt you pulled
 You old, old son of a gun
 Now have a think about what you've done"
 Oh, wouldn't my life be so much better?
 Wouldn't all my problems sorta disappear?
 If I could find the courage now
 To turn this speeding dump around
 And drag it all behind me into the sunset
 Lighting up my rearview mirror
 Perhaps another year
 Oh no, I won't be movin' out to Los Angeles
 This fall, after all
 I got a mother that I just can't please
 I got a lover that I can't just leave
 And I've signed along the dotted line and I turned in my keys
 But I'm nowhere close to Los Angeles