Window-shopping houses up on Clinton Street

I'm dancing down the block with the autumn breeze

Bright Eyes in my ears, I forget my fears

It's the first day of my life

And it's so sad to think

That I won't be here forever

Going home, going home

But I'll always remember

When I'm sitting in the sun, I think about the rain

And the snow on the window pane

When I'm cruising down the 1, dreaming I'm back east

Till I end up in Long Beach

'Cause I said I'd go back home, but I don't really know

Where to go 'cause

When I'm sitting in the sun, I think about the rain

I think about the rain

I'm feeling pretty small among the redwood trees

I wanna count the rings deep inside of me

'Cause Brooklyn made me young, so I said goodbye

Now I'm growing old in Oakland

And it's so sad to think

That I won't be here forever

Going home, going home

But I'll always remember

When I'm sitting in the sun, I think about the rain

And the snow on the window pane

When I'm cruising down the 1, dreaming I'm back east

Till I end up in Long Beach

'Cause I said I'd go back home, but I don't really know

Where to go 'cause

When I'm sitting in the sun, I think about the rain

I think about the rain

I think about the rain

I think about the rain

I think about the rain

And it's so sad to think

That I won't be here forever

Going home, going home

But I'll always remember

When I'm sitting in the sun, I think about the rain

And the snow on the window pane

When I'm cruising down the 1, dreaming I'm back east

Till I end up in Long Beach

'Cause I said I'd go back home, but I don't really know

Where to go 'cause

When I'm sitting in the sun, I think about the rain

I think I know I'm not the same