Coming Home (For Christmas)

Yeah, the weather outside is perfect But only on the surface These hills are getting old I'm coming home, coming home Are you watching Willis on the TV? Are you stringing up the tree? Calling your papa on the phone? I'm coming home I am driving north Through San Diego Past the fields of lemon trees Yeah, I wrote you a post card, but I didn't stamp it Says I'm never gonna leave I can't do this on my own I'm coming home, coming home Yeah, the world is filled with places Empty coarse and graceless But you know I could make them glow Like the technicolor lights in your open window I came down here to find something But now I know that I can't find it, alone I'm coming home Yeah, I'm driving north, across the border Just in time for Christmas Eve Yeah, I wonder if you know I've been falling Like the flakes over your street I can't do this on my own I'm coming home, coming home So I'm driving north Through Sacramento Past the Penitentiary Freedom is waking up In strangers houses And I'd rather not be free I will find my way back home I'm coming home, coming home