The sun's heat
Arose from the creek
Of black tar and yellow paint
This path I beat
Everyday of the week
Those dreams this job makes faint
In the State
Of hellfire cascade
The glare melts all aptitude
Through these scores
Of barricaded doors
I still find some beauty in you
But sometimes in the morning light
When the clouds lay low before my eyes
I pretend that they are mountains high
And I'm going home towards a vibrant sky
Your love is sweet
But the lugubrious beat
Of my heart just brings you pain
It seems I can't win
Thoughts of a cardinal sin
Contentedness a thing so arcane
But what's this I see
Far away opportunity
Could this time the grass truly be green
This will fix me, I'm sure
Pain I'll no longer endure
Pack up and leave the tangerines
Oh, I can take you away
No? Unless you need to stay
Away, maybe still I'll fly
Morose, but towards a vibrant sky
I miss the tall trees
The mountains and hill streets
The sun-gilded peach trees
So glad I'm going home
I miss the tall trees
The mountains and hill streets
The sun-gilded peach trees
So glad I'm going home
I miss the tall trees
The mountains and hill streets
The sun-gilded peach trees
So glad I'm going home
I miss the tall trees
The mountains and hill streets
The sun-gilded peach trees
So glad I'm going home