Is it really the redwoods you miss
And are they all that different
From all of this
All of this?

Is it the people
Or the place
You always find yourself
Longing for
Longing for?

And from the ears that hold your hair back
Until the lap that lets you rest

If this is who you are today
(I wanna go out
I wanna give up
I wanna come in)
Where will I be next year?
(I wanna go out
I wanna give up
I wanna come in)

Can you hear your spirit's dying with its clothes?
You're far away
Far away

If this is who you are today
(I wanna go out
I wanna give up
I wanna come in)
Where will I be next year?
(I wanna go out
I wanna give up
I wanna come in)