Coming Home (For Christmas)

Yeah, the weather outside is perfect
 But only on the surface
 These hills are getting old
 I'm coming home, coming home
 Are you watching Willis on the TV?
 Are you stringing up the tree?
 Calling your papa on the phone?
 I'm coming home
 I am driving north
 Through San Diego
 Past the fields of lemon trees
 Yeah, I wrote you a post card, but I didn't stamp it
 Says I'm never gonna leave
 I can't do this on my own
 I'm coming home, coming home
 Yeah, the world is filled with places
 Empty coarse and graceless
 But you know I could make them glow
 Like the technicolor lights in your open window
 I came down here to find something
 But now I know that I can't find it, alone
 I'm coming home
 Yeah, I'm driving north, across the border
 Just in time for Christmas Eve
 Yeah, I wonder if you know I've been falling
 Like the flakes over your street
 I can't do this on my own
 I'm coming home, coming home
 So I'm driving north
 Through Sacramento
 Past the Penitentiary
 Freedom is waking up
 In strangers houses
 And I'd rather not be free
 I will find my way back home
 I'm coming home, coming home