(Heather Myles)

What happened to the sun in California
Who put all the clouds in Santa Fe
And the Mississippi River wouldn't recognise Mark Twain
What happened to the birds in Capustrano
And the San Francisco Bay
And the great Alaskan waters might never be the same.

We have ourselves to blame, we have ourselves to blame
If you want it to remain then let it go untamed
From the deserts to the plains, from Big Sur to the Glades
If you want it to remain then let it go untamed, untamed, untamed.

Remember when the whales swam in the ocean
And horses ridin' through the plains
And the kids played in a back yard oh how the tides have changed
But I love to see the sun in California
Shinin' through a hot September day
And then maybe all those swallows might return to stay.

We have ourselves to blame, we have ourselves to blame
If you want it to remain then let it go untamed
From the deserts to the plains, from Big Sur to the Glades
If you want it to remain then let it go untamed, untamed, untamed...