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Sitting here on Long Beach
Thinking how my norths have all gone south
I miss the girls, and I miss the city streets
And the dry heat that’s honest and sound

And I can’t wait until I’m leaving
But part of me just wants to sit and stay
Because I know what will be waiting at home for me
Something I can’t face

My bags are heavier now than when I left
And they stare at me from the corner of the hotel room
Calling me a loser, a liar and a fool
But I know I’ll be home soon

Now a thousand of these brilliant aching sunsets
Can’t convince me to forget
That all these hopes that I’ve been dreaming of
Are washed up on the shore there with the fishing nets

My bags are heavier now than when I left
And they stare at me from the corner of the hotel room
Calling me a loser, a liar and a fool
But I know I’ll be home soon

Yeah I know, I’ll be home soon