Your heart was made of gold

we're leaving this town been here for years
we're not gonna miss them, are we dear?
if not california, whatever you say
everything should just be ok
you know the way i mean
your heart was made of gold, or so i've been told...
this is the day the Lord has made
and this is our year and we won't fade
go down to the west coast, way down to L.A.
everything should just be ok