And I miss you
I'm going back home to the west coast
[x3]

I stuffed my clothes in a samsonite
Lloyd christmas underneath the Aspen sky
Puff it up for my last goodnight
Kiss kiss on the lips with a landed eye
Figured I'd be buried in a casket nine
Upside down feet deep for my a sad goodbye

"Don't cry, dry your eyes"

Time for a change
Time to escape
Running through the rain like Andy Dufresne
Following my nose
Forgot what stands behind
I came to the fork in the road
And traveled up the plastic knife
Sharp, cut through the jungle like a samurai
Paintbrush ready for the canvas white
Singing my song
Give my regards to broadway
Baby I am going back home

And I miss you
I'm going back home to the west coast
(Growing up the W)
[x3]

I've traveled every highway like a my way line
Tightrope walking on highway lines
Seeing nothing but road and highway signs
One sign away from my guiding light
In a Caravan seat
A one man search circus on a search for the caring man's dream
Poison thoughts, won
Something to believe in
And I don't mean a Poison song
I talk something I can feel
something I can see
something I can breathe
something I can be
Leave in the morning
Back when the sun sleeps
Bird's eye view the underground like Bun-B
Leaving forever
One step closer
One sign away from my guiding light
Singing my song
Give my regards to broadway

And I miss you
I'm going back home to the west coast
(Growing up the W)
[x3]

Going back home to the west coast
Going back home to the west coast
Going back home to the west coast

And I miss you
I'm going back home to the west coast
[x3]