My heart is mending
From old to new
Can't stop pretending
A boy tying his shoe
Wisper a secret
The telling kind
But I'm still chasing
Careful when I find
Too many parts I have written in rhyme
Too many seams have been sown
I'm going home
My strength returning
My head is clear
No sense in hiding
Alone living in fear
Too many starts that I begin without an end
Too many dreams I can't defend
I'm going home
Light in my window
Outside my door
A voice is calling
That concreate river flows
Back to the dreams, dreams I had as a child
Back to the stone, that stone dry river running wild
Too many stars, stars that begin without end
Too many times I won't defend
I'm going home
There's strength in knowing I'm on my way
Going to California, back home to L.A
Going to California, back home to L.A
Going to California, back home to L.A