Berkeley Kait Kerrigan & Bree Lowdermilk (Ft. The Spring Standards)

It's winter in New York City
But your hot tub is always warm
Three thousand miles away in California
You’re smoking on the deck
In the eucalyptus air
And the man you'll come to love is standing there

It's not kismet
It’s not destiny
And this place ain't no Shangri-La
But it's a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees
There's something about Berkeley

Dating back to days spent in Codornices
Clamor uphill and slide back down
Two childhoods entwined in California

He's playing hide and seek (Come out, come out)
And sees a small girl on a swing. (Wherever you are.)
And neither one suspects a thing. (Ready or not)

‘Cause it's not kismet
It's not destiny
And this place ain’t no Shangri-La
But it’s a misty-eyed god who'd dream of sequoia trees
There’s something about Berkeley