Memories and old Cd's of living easy
Three o'clock bus stop, regards my elementary
I recall my sandy feet inside my car
Low tide, old airport had blessed me with my favorite scarWhy does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can beBack home, back home, back home, back homeBob and Pac with Billie stuffed inside my luggage
I'm a foreign man who doesn't speak the language
Words and sketches, notes on napkins underlined
In the lab still underneath L.A. and I'm asking whyWhy does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can beBack home, back home, back home, back homeGrab my notebook, spill it on to 2 inch tape
And hit the 101, 'cuz we've just begun to make your system shake
And perfect paragraphs in this letter explaining what I remember
House parties, green bottles and my friendsWhy does every simple thing seem to complicate me?
Running back and forth so I can beBack home, back home, back home, back homeBack home, back home, back home, back home