Like a wind you were brought here
Warmth from the Santa Ana
Like a breath of air I'd keep you near
A tune from Santana
It's a miracle, such as the manna
Like the rush for gold
I wont let it take you back, that Santa Ana
Your here my friend of old
I'd auction my heart, but it's already sold
But I'm watching that state
Now i feel warmth, i haven't felt cold
What's in store, I'll ask my Fate
But it'll take you back, that Golden State
Where it blooms a flower
And you'll grow beautiful, 'cause at this rate,
You'll be a Golden Flower
Alas, you cant resist the power
I find that Golden State vile
And as I am not one to cower
For a Golden Flower, I can wait awhile