You

Oh I've been told
California kills
With treetops and hills
And my memory of you

As everything grows old
It falls apart like men
And tries to live again and again
Just like my memory of you

Its my advice
Not to take my advice at all
You show your age
But your age is just a phone call

Its my advice
Not to take my advice today
You show your age
Cause you never have anything new to say

Oh Ive been told
We are all machines and parts
So there are no more broken hearts
Just in my memory of you