Boxes full of a life holding me in the night.
Paper walls, empty halls, Tennessee.
Take my number for to call, take me out before I fall.
You are here, you have come.
Come for me.
California, coming home to me.
Mountains move in my chest, turning earth with my breath, as the ocean cuts a river through my dreams.
Will I see you at the dawn, with your shield shining on?
I will meet you, when you come, come for me.
California, coming home to me.
There is a light from the west, that shines on me the best
California, coming home to me