Window-shopping houses up on Clinton Street
I’m dancing down the block with the autumn breeze
Bright Eyes in my ears, I forget my fears
It’s the first day of my life
And it’s so sad to think
That I won’t be here forever
Going home, going home
But I’ll always remember
When I’m sitting in the sun, I think about the rain
And the snow on the window pane
When I’m cruising down the 1, dreaming I’m back east
‘Til I end up in Long Beach
‘Cause I said I’d go back home, but I don’t really know
Where to go ’cause
When I’m sitting in the sun, I think about the rain
I think about the rain
I’m feeling pretty small among the redwood trees
I wanna count the rings deep inside of me
‘Cause Brooklyn made me young, so I said goodbye
Now I’m growing old in Oakland
And it’s so sad to think
That I won’t be here forever
Going home, going home
But I’ll always remember
When I’m sitting in the sun, I think about the rain
And the snow on the window pane
When I’m cruising down the 1, dreaming I’m back east
‘Til I end up in Long Beach
‘Cause I said I’d go back home, but I don’t really know
Where to go ’cause
When I’m sitting in the sun, I think about the rain
I think about the rain
I think about the rain
I think about the rain
I think about the rain
And it’s so sad to think
That I won’t be here forever
Going home, going home
But I’ll always remember
When I’m sitting in the sun, I think about the rain
And the snow on the window pane
When I’m cruising down the 1, dreaming I’m back east
‘Til I end up in Long Beach
‘Cause I said I’d go back home, but I don’t really know
Where to go ’cause
When I’m sitting in the sun, I think about the rain
I think I know I’m not the same
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