It’s all about the words

Chasing the sun to California

Tired of the rain

Sunday mornin’ people in their best

lost souls sleepin’ off the pain

Oregon coast line

walkin’ on the shore

Can’t tell raindrops from the waves

California

Still in love with you

Blue skies whisper

California dreams come true

Rain erased my message in the sand

California take my hand?

Lead me back through

sun kissed golden gate

poppy orange and redwood state

California

Still in love with you

Blue skies whisper

California dreams come true

If i'd known the outcome

I never would have left

I lost the sun. I lost myself.

Night sky sunshine, California daze

I'm home. I'm here to stay

Utah winter morning

Snow topped cardinal peaks

clouds float by like whipped cream

past this Sunday Christmas creek

Flaming rocks are reaching

to the heavens for a sign

the burned red clay is preaching

boulders paying their tithes

breaking with tradition

no need for hymnal songs

I'll spend my Christmas morning

crimson temple of the gods

Utah winter morning

snow drifts without end

Christmas visions waiting

'round the back of every bend

I know the family's waitin’

Christmas ribbons to untie

my heart and mind are healing

I'll be back with you in time

silence those jingle bells

and stop the reindeer games

oh Tanenbaum, oh Tanenbaum

you're spruced up waiting for me

breaking with tradition

no need for hymnal songs

I'll spend my Christmas morning

crimson temple of the gods

Mornin of the 17th

your flip flops on the back seat

Zuma in the rear view

our secret spot, me and you

Salty kiss in the mornin’ sun

you grab my hand and run

burning sand between our toes

cooling tides down below

Breakers take your gaze

splashing sunshine

on a sunny day

Want to live in that day

The 17th, miles away

you were mine, in the sun

our story just begun

Tidal waves in my heart

lets go back to the start

burning sand between our toes

Zuma, don't let go

Breakers take your gaze

splashing sunshine

on my face

Mornin of the 17th

your flip flops on the back seat

Zuma in the rear view

our secret spot, me and you

Took the red eye

in a straight line

from golden gate

to sunshine state

taking a Siesta

on Siesta Key

Gulf coast

therapy

Everybody's

got a

Mother-in-law

in Florida

My

Mother-in-law

is in Florida

Left the white capped

under toe

foggy shore

vertigo

Calm clear water

powder sand

blinding sun

flip flop tan

I didn't know

I could love

another coast

such a gracious host

My

Mother-in-law

is in Florida

Left the west coast

for the west coast

from golden gate

to sunshine state

My

Mother-in-law

is in Florida

My

Mother-in-law

is in Florida

Your smile

Lights my Sundays

Makes my Mondays

Fade away

Banjos

on our front porch

we hold sunshine

in our hands

Let’s talk about Monday tomorrow

It's Sunday… I'm here with you

I'll be

on the highway

in the morning

when you wake

keep that

banjo strummin'

hold our sunshine

in your hand

Lets talk about Monday tomorrow

It's Sunday… I'm here with you

You asked me how

i could leave you

it breaks my heart

to say goodbye

another other girl

is holding sunshine

in her hand

she'll soon be mine

Starboard crest

windward bow

Compass West is

Southern bound

Sun bleached blonde

Saturday

sailing on

Tomales Bay

Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey

Raise the jib

and anchor up

let the wind find

the setting sun

solo journey on

Saturday

sailing from

Tomales Bay

Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey

On the shore

friends await

Hog Island

I'll be late

Solo journey on

Saturday

sailing to

All Saints Bay

Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey

Solo journey

on Saturday

I went down to Sunset

Need to be inspired

I went down to Sunset

I need to be inspired

Looking for a good line,

Hollywood and Vine

Baby you don't belong here

we are not your kind

They said, Babe you don't belong here

we are not your kind

Go to Laurel Canyon

seek what you desire

I traced their footsteps

Crosby, Stills and Nash

I traced all their footsteps

The Doors and Mama Cass

Joni Mitchell beckoned

to a fine house with two cats

I brought them home to Berkeley

They're all livin’ in my mind

I brought them home to Berkeley

They're all livin’ in my mind

My writer blood coursing

with Laurel Canyon vibes

I would like to thank my good friend Herb Toor of the Herb Toor Blues Band for adding the guitar love to “Laurel Canyon Blues.”

I would also love to thank my very talented Sister Suzan Strong Dunbar for joining me on “Salty Saturday.” Her beautiful voice blows me away!

Finally, I would love to thank Isabella Calderon. She provided the background vocals and keyboards. More importantly she got my “vibe” and produced my album in that easy 70’s laid back style.