“but when you come and see me
in California
you cross the border of my heart
well, i have sown untidy furrows ‘cross my soul
but i am still a coward
content to see my garden grow so sweet
and full of someone else’s flowers
sometimes i can almost feel the power
sometimes i am so in love with you
like a little clock that trembles on the edge of the hour
only ever calling out “cuck-oo, hoo-oo, hoo-oo” “