Lyrics:
This is my traveling songThe end of this journey is almost in sightAn island-of-exile coffeehouse is my weary stop tonightMy friends are dying or getting marriedIt's hard to tell which one is whichAnd I'll be back home in my own sweet country soonIf I don't drive into a ditchThis is my travelling songThe border guards ask for my produce to takeI tell them I've nothing to declare and my foot lifts off the brakeMy heart is crying 'Too long you've tarried'It's hard to slow down for the curveAnd I'll be back home etc.If I don't forget how to swerveBridge: I can know in my heart it's a sad clicheAs the wanderlust calls me far awayAnd I love the good old USABut it is not my homeTo my aching heart a mem'ry reachesOf her golden hills and endless beachesAnd 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 songI open the door and I call that I'm backAnd I ask someone just what day this is for I find that I've lost trackMy family's flying in hugs I'm buriedIt's hard to tell which way to turnAnd I'll stay right here in my own sweet country now'Cause at last I've started to learnBridgeCoda: This is my travelling songBut it's time to go back homeThis is my travelling songI've had time enough to roamThis is my travelling songCalifornia is my home (x3)Words and music: Kathy MarCopyright 2002 Kathy Mar