Adios - Michael Feinstein

Ran away from home when I was seventeen

To be with you on the California coast

Drinking margaritas all night in the old cantina

Out on, 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

Going up north where the hills are winter green

I got to leave you on the California coast

Going where the water’s clear and the air is cleaner

Than, than the California Coast

Our dreams of endless 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