Traveling Song

This is my traveling song

The end of this journey is almost in sight

An island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonight

My friends are dying or getting married

It's hard to tell which one is which

And I'll be back home in my own sweet country soon

If I don't drive into a ditch

This is my travelling song

The border guards ask for my produce to take

I tell them I've nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brake

My heart is crying "Too long you've tarried"

It's hard to slow down for the curve

And I'll be back home etc.

If I don't forget how to swerve

I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche

As the wanderlust calls me far away

And I love the good old USA

But it is not my home

To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches

Of her golden hills and endless beaches

And the lesson that it softly teaches

"California is your home.

You've had time enough to roam,

And it's time to come back home."

This is my traveling song

I open the door and I call that I'm back

And I ask someone just what day this is for I find that I've lost track

My family's flying in hugs I'm buried

It's hard to tell which way to turn

And I'll stay right here in my own sweet country now

'Cause at last I've started to learn

I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche

As the wanderlust calls me far away

And I love the good old USA

But it is not my home

To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches

Of her golden hills and endless beaches

And the lesson that it softly teaches

"California is your home.

You've had time enough to roam,

And it's time to come back home."

This is my travelling song

But it's time to go back home

This is my travelling song

I've had time enough to roam

This is my travelling song

California is my home (x3)