Coming Home (California)

Always the one

Who didn't belong

Holding my heart

Right in my hand like a smoking gun

Ever since I was young

Dream of a place

Where it never rains

Where I fit in

Maybe somewhere by the ocean waves

Under the golden gate

Hope can be fleeting

And I got a feeling

I had a dream 'bout California

Maybe now I don't wanna go

What if I go to California

It doesn't feel like coming home?

The devil I know

Wherever I go

I end up alone

How many hearts lie awake at night

In the city where angels die?

Dreams can be blinding

My road needs refining

I had a dream 'bout California

Maybe now I don't wanna go

What if I go to California

It doesn't feel like coming home?

I had a dream 'bout California

Maybe I'm only chasing ghosts

What if I look into the mirror

And finally feel like coming home?