I've been running up and down the coast,
Trying to remember which direction leads me home.
Is it the sand between my toes,
Or the raindrops on my nose that let me know?
When the Pacific's on my left I'll see the trees turn into evergreens.
When the Pacific's on my right I'll watch the rain become an ocean breeze.
But its not enough to go, even if the streets are paved with gold.
No, cause if you're not there then I can't call it home.
I've been looking over my shoulder,
But the past keeps getting older.
I keep saying that if the air could just be colder,
Then this place could tide me over for a while,
Somebody take me home.
I wanna get out of this skin that i am in,
Take me home.
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