This is my traveling song The end of this journey is almost in sight An island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonight My friends are dying or getting married It's hard to tell which one is which And I'll be back home in my own sweet country soon If I don't drive into a ditch This is my travelling song The border guards ask for my produce to take I tell them I've nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brake My heart is crying "Too long you've tarried" It's hard to slow down for the curve And I'll be back home etc. If I don't forget how to swerve I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche As the wanderlust calls me far away And I love the good old USA But it is not my home To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches Of her golden hills and endless beaches And the lesson that it softly teaches "California is your home. You've had time enough to roam, And it's time to come back home." This is my traveling song I open the door and I call that I'm back And I ask someone just what day this is for I find that I've lost track My family's flying in hugs I'm buried It's hard to tell which way to turn And I'll stay right here in my own sweet country now 'Cause at last I've started to learn I can know in my heart it's a sad cliche As the wanderlust calls me far away And I love the good old USA But it is not my home To my aching heart a mem'ry reaches Of her golden hills and endless beaches And the lesson that it softly teaches "California is your home. You've had time enough to roam, And it's time to come back home." This is my travelling song But it's time to go back home This is my travelling song I've had time enough to roam This is my travelling song California is my home (x3)