Petty's California

I’ve heard others sing
About when they dream
Of where they wanna go
They conjure up places
With smiles on their faces
Like I’ve never known

Cause every day it seems darker
And Heaven feels farther
Than my daddy remembers

But I wanna believe in Petty’s California
And I wanna live in Skynyrd’s Sweet Home
And when it’s my time
I hope I can die
In Taylor’s Carolina
But I can find them anymore

In simpler times
We could count up our crimes
And ask to repent
And we’d say that we’re saved
By the prayers that we prayed
And reckless good intent

Now every day brings a martyr
And new hate to harbor
I just can’t find any light

But I wanna believe in Petty’s California
And I wanna live in Skynyrd’s Sweet Home
And when it’s my time
I hope I can die
In Taylor’s Carolina
But I can find them anymore

I stumble through jokes
And I turn up my coat
To block out the truth
It’s hard to find hope
And see through the smoke
But it’s what I’ve gotta do

Cause I wanna believe in Petty’s California
And I wanna live In Prince’s ‘99
And when it’s my time
I hope I can die
In Armstrong’s wonderful world
But I can find them anymore
I can’t find them anymore