The forest behind my old house
The river and the gunshots popping off
People walking, people talking
About the nails in the floorboard
I ain’t home
I ain’t home in Ohio
I love home
I love home in San Diego
I miss being mad all the time
It gave me something to do
And now I have a hard time
Digging in my brain to find something useable
Picking up and throwing up
That desert sand in my lungs
And all the smoke from the fires in the woods
Now Im stuck with a lung disease
I ain’t home
I ain’t home in Ohio
I love home
I love home in San Diego