Sleeping on the porch with the radio on,
Dreaming of California where the weather is warm,
Is that home?
Is California my home?
The porch needs a painting and the screen door is gone,
The grass needs some water and the spots that are worn,
In my home,
I gotta work on my home.
I can't take another day,
in this old forgotten place
The lights are all off, but the tv is on,
I've gotta wake up in the morning at a quarter to nine,
To go home,
I gotta find a new home.
I can't take another day,
in this old forgotten place
When I walk away from here,
There ain't anyone . . . who really cares.