Blue light dim in a misty sky
Where morning dew drips from the pines
My eyes are weary but there ain’t too far to go
And the miles behind me fill my heart with soul
Cigarette smokin’ on a salty bay
Fishermen’s nets smell of sweet decay
The sand is coarse and the beach is wild and gray
I stretch my toes out in the icy cold
It’s been a long time comin’ this time
I been a long time gone
It’s good to be back home
Birch trees swaying keeping time
Now she’s my rhythm my sweetest rhyme
She dips her fingers in the cool November sky
And sheds her robes like a lovers clothes
Smell the wood fires burn and the chimneys curl with smoke
It’s good to be back home
So south wind keep blowin’ me up this street
I’ll follow the leaves that blow across my feet
Tonight I’ll be lying in your arms
Until the morning comes
Now some might sing of California dreams
But as for me I’ll take the stormy seas
And rain that washes your sad heart of sin
That breaks you open so you can feel again
I’m gonna take my time this time I’m gonna take it slow
It’s good to be back home

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