Lyrics:

I stretched myself across four states
New lands, West Coast, where my dreams lay
I trade amber clay roads for the
Sea foam and the endless sun rays
'Cause I was never told that I wasn't gonna get
The things I want the most
But people always say, "If it hasn't happened yet
Then maybe you should go"
Come get me out of California
No leaves are brown
I miss the seasons in Missouri
My dying town
Thought I'd be cool in California
I'd make you proud
To think I almost had it going
But I let you down
Too hard to find reasons to stay
Even true love could not persuade
'Cause I was never told that I wasn't gonna get
The things I want the most
And people always say, "If it hasn't happened yet
Then maybe you should go"
Come get me out of California
No leaves are brown
I miss the seasons in Missouri
My dying town
Thought I'd be cool in California
I'd make you proud
To think I almost had it going
But I let you down
Come get me out
Come get me out
Come get me out
Come get me out
Come get me out of California
No leaves are brown
I miss the seasons in Missouri
My dying town
Thought I'd be cool in California
I'd make you proud
To think I almost had it going
But I let you down