Phase transitions

        In Saigon, in Saigon 

        The rains and sun are warm 



        Golden California 

        You're too cold, too cold 

        Northern California 

        I don't want your gold 



        If to be streetful 

        Then in Saigon, in rain 

        Where air's wet to the full 

        And becomes your home 



        The tree of your head 

        And the roofs in the rain 

        Talk all night but can't tell 

        Are we alive and wet 

        Or long gone and dead 



        Golden California 

        You're too cold, too cold 

        Northern California 

        And your blinding gold 











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