West of the Rest


words and music by

john greene



Said goodbye to the golden state

I didn't need you anymore

I wanna feel the trade winds on my face

Touch that Pacific shore


But on the other side of the rainbow

They've finally run out of leis

The Hawaiian steel's still crying out

But now they've got plastic mai tais


The evening star I wish upon

Turns out to be an incoming jet

The view from here ain't what it was

West of the rest


The same old sun's still shining

The surf thunders and the palm trees sway

I look out the window at the sunset

And wonder how I got so far away