Come Easily

Makes no difference where I'm going Doesn't really matter where I've been When I feel her eyes upon me I know I'm exactly where I need to be Home is where you make it Sweet home should come easily Could be on some distant beach I'm a lying Could be beneath the shade of my baby's tree I spent six years in New York City Like living in a penitentiary Stole a motorbike rode it to the ocean My broken heart came back to me Home you've got to take it Sweet home should come easily Could be on some highway that I'm riding Could be left behind in those city streets I came to reside in California Spend my days rolling at the beach All the pretty girls there they let their hair down They've got nothing on my sweet beauty Home feels just like my woman Does it feel good? Lord you'd better believe She comes and joins me anywhere Im lying She gives me shade beneath her tree