This is my traveling song

The end of this journey is almost in sight

An island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonight

My friends are dying or getting married

It's hard to tell which one is which

And I'll be back home in my own sweet country soon

If I don't drive into a ditch



This is my travelling song

The border guards ask for my produce to take

I tell them I've nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brake

My heart is crying "Too long you've tarried"

It's hard to slow down for the curve

And I'll be back home etc.

If I don't forget how to swerve



Bridge: I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche

	As the wanderlust calls me far away

	And I love the good old USA

	But it is not my home

	To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches

	Of her golden hills and endless beaches

	And the lesson that it softly teaches

	"California is your home.

	You've had time enough to roam,

	And it's time to come back home."



This is my traveling song

I open the door and I call that I'm back

And I ask someone just what day this is for I find that I've lost track

My family's flying in hugs I'm buried

It's hard to tell which way to turn

And I'll stay right here in my own sweet country now

'Cause at last I've started to learn



Bridge



Coda: This is my travelling song

      But it's time to go back home

      This is my travelling song

      I've had time enough to roam

      This is my travelling song

      California is my home (x3)









Words and music:  Kathy Mar



Copyright 2002 Kathy Mar