California Here I Come

California here I come,
Right back where I started from,
Where bowers of flowers bloom in the sun,
Each morning at dawning
Birdies sing an' ev'rything:
A sun-kiss'd miss said, "don't be late,"
That's why I can hardly wait,
Open up that golden gate,
California here I come

After much exasperation with scheduling, pay roll and ticketing, I finally picked up my ticket back to LA today. I'm leaving at the end of the month, so I'll have to have everything here in E-town in order before I leave.