talk to me of mendocino

Rufus Wainwright

Kate:
I bid farewell to the state of old New York, my home away from home
In the state of New York I came of age, when first I started roaming
And the trees grow high in New York State, and they shine like gold in Autumn
Never had the blues from whence I came, but in New York State I caught 'em

Kate, Rufus, & Martha:
Talk to me of Mendocino, closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait, must I follow
Won't you say, come with me

And it's on to South Bend, Indiana
Flat out on the western plain
Rise up over the Rockies and down on into California,
Out to where but the rocks remain
And let the sun set on the ocean, I will watch it from the shore
Let the sun rise over the redwoods, I'll rise with it 'till I rise no more

Talk to me of Mendocino, closing my eyes I hear the sea
Must I wait, must I follow
Won't you say, come with me
Won't you say, come with me