California - Gutterball

He was standing in the archway

Making claims that he could fly

Badly broken

Crumpled by the wall

California was nothing at all

She was standing at the border

Soaking rags with gasoline

Leaving trails

That no one else could see

California was nothing to me

She was nothing like his sister

He had nothing left to lose

Golden treasures

Cracked in the rear-view mirror

California, some other year