Stretched across this continent I’m home.
Boston to Los 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.