In the prison of my mind
Served my sentence and done my time
I'm ready to forget this crime
But some things you have to face
I'm a victim of wounded pride
Standing slack-jawed and glassy-eyed
I'm ready to get off this ride
I'm starting to feel unwell
Driving down Cabezon road
And dust is flying in my throat
I'll spend the night
And then I'll go
Head to the golden coast
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
California, bittersweet
Got not friends and no one to meet
Only palm trees on the street
And they don't want to shake my hand
Flying down the 101
Movies make it look so fun
Man, I just wish this trip was done
I'm ready to go back home
I'm ready to go back home
Take me home
Maybe some day
I'll be free
Find some peace
And some sanity
But freedom is uncertainty
And there's one thing I need to know
How long do I have to go
Driving down Cabezon road?
I carry such a heavy load
I'm ready to go back home
I'm ready to go back home