Adios

Ran away from home when I was 17
To be with you on the California coast
Drinking margaritas all night in the old cantina
Out on the California coast

Don’t think that I’m ungrateful
And don’t look so morose

Adios, adios
We never really made it, baby
But we came pretty close
Adios, adios

Growing up north where the hills are wintergreen
I had to leave on the California coast
Going where the water’s clear and the air is cleaner
Than the California coast

Our dreams of little summer
Were just too grandiose

Adios, adios
And I miss the blood red sunset
But I miss you the most
Adios, adios

Adios, adios
Adios, adios

Last Updated 4/1/99