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 (Throwing 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 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 (Throwing 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]