I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.
I'm not a pitiable creature. It's just that I suffer very eloquently.
I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.
When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws.
people will tell you were they have gone, they'll tell you where to go, but until you get there for yourself you never really know.
Will you take me as I am? Strung out on another man...California, I'm comin' home.