Going Home

It's late September Summer's over And I'm on this beach alone And I'm going home The wind's grown colder It's not like the gentle breezes Back in June And I'm going home Summer's gone I'm going home Goodbye pain Goodbye failing liver I'm going home Goodbye courts And detention centers I'm going home Summer's gone I'm going home The waves and boulders Wild California coastline Highway 1 I'm going home The first breath of water Leads to a transcendental Sense of calm And I'm going home Summer's gone I'm going home