Stretched across this continent I’m home.

Boston to Las Angeles I’ll roam.

I’ve fallen in love with each coast for a reason.

These reasons so rooted I can’t choose between them. No.



Pacific’s coast is so open.

You ain’t seen it’s waters; you ain’t seen the ocean.

I’m trying so hard here I can hardly keep up.

I’m breaking my back, but it’s barely enough…for you.



Home is where the heart is,

and my heart I gave to you.

Wherever you may lead

I will follow suit.



We packed our vans in the summer 

of 1998.

I swear each year that I return,

not a thing has changed.



Because time stands away from me,

and I am always changing.

Everything is just the same

save a few more lanes on the highway