Next Thing Songtext
I was a sucker a long time ago
I ain't a sucker though, not anymore
That's what they all say
You're just as bad as them
That's what they all say
What makes think you're any better
'Cause you're not
Take a seat and a slot
I ain't a sucker though, not anymore
That's what they all say
You're just as bad as them
That's what they all say
What makes think you're any better
'Cause you're not
Take a seat and a slot
On the bus heading west
You're gonna need your rest
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
I been sinning I been begging to get caught
I been waiting for my freedom from this cult
I was planning my escape like nonstop
Got my ticket on the last flight before the sun
Comes up again over the bridge
It's creeping over where I live
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
California, California...
You never sent my stuff to me
But I don't really care much
Someone sold my shit for me
I guess I never really needed it
Red light at the top of the hill
I was stopped for an hour or two
Took a while to adjust to the fact
I couldn't change even if I wanted to
To all my friends that are still in the city
Are you waking up later and later
To the all my friends that are still my friends
I hope that's all the friends I ever made
Sweat through my shirt crossing the bridge
Think I could maybe bum a change of attire
From an apartment on Lafayette street
Or a house up in Brooklyn heights
Pit stop on my way back to work
I hope I don't get caught in the rain
Even if I do it wont be so bad
Or maybe bad enough that I'll feel some pain
Some pain is okay
You're gonna need your rest
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
I been sinning I been begging to get caught
I been waiting for my freedom from this cult
I was planning my escape like nonstop
Got my ticket on the last flight before the sun
Comes up again over the bridge
It's creeping over where I live
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
Next thing I knew I was in California
It didn't feel strange at all
Everybody said we've got to warn ya
You won't be back next fall
California, California...
You never sent my stuff to me
But I don't really care much
Someone sold my shit for me
I guess I never really needed it
Red light at the top of the hill
I was stopped for an hour or two
Took a while to adjust to the fact
I couldn't change even if I wanted to
To all my friends that are still in the city
Are you waking up later and later
To the all my friends that are still my friends
I hope that's all the friends I ever made
Sweat through my shirt crossing the bridge
Think I could maybe bum a change of attire
From an apartment on Lafayette street
Or a house up in Brooklyn heights
Pit stop on my way back to work
I hope I don't get caught in the rain
Even if I do it wont be so bad
Or maybe bad enough that I'll feel some pain
Some pain is okay
