Roots

The city that I'm from It was fun, we were young and dumb Now we're all grown up The city that I'm from I miss the city that I'm from Markham Ontario, the first place I call home 905, that's what I dial when I call home My dad picking up the phone, ask him how it's going Same old, no complaints, he's just glad it's not snowing That means the golf course is open, that's his home Memories on fairways with him, I really miss those Canadian boy got letters in the zip code Winter cold, no watch needed to keep the wrist frozen Got me thinking 'bout the early days First time I learned to skate First funeral when Uncle Charlie met the pearly gates Days we don't worry things Time moved so slow, months felt way longer than 30 days Instead of scrolling phones, I was turning pages Instead of burning bridges, I was burning daylight When late nights were great nights That was way before I left the nest and had to take flight Is home where you start or is home where you are right now? Is home a place or is home a state of mind? Only one way to find out, so I had to fly out The city that I'm from It was fun, we were young and dumb Now we're all grown up The city that I'm from I miss the city that I'm from Los Angeles, my second home First time I visit as a kid, I was like ten or so Child actor working, hoping, maybe I was next to blow Knowing that one day I'll have to make the move to get it going 'Cause back home, there's only so far that I could take it to Fast forward few years and then we make the move New room, new house, new school, new route Same old feelings of nostalgia 'bout my home town But new memories would soon compete with old ones Palm trees, calm seas, basking in the gold sun First kiss, first sip, cracking open cold ones Burbank was great, there's worse places I could grow up But everything would change as soon as you showed up Those same feelings of nostalgia start to show up Damn, got me flustered, I'm repeating myself I see our future, you and me, a family in a house Is home where we start or is home where we are right now? Is home a place or is home a state of mind? Only one way to know, so we had to make our own home The city that I'm from It was fun, we were young and dumb Now we're all grown up The city that I'm from I miss the city that I'm from Married for a couple years, time to put our roots down California living nowadays feeling too crowded Over-priced apartments, paper walls feeling too loud Damn, feel like an old man, I think it's time to move out Every month we would drive to see your family out in Vegas Loved it so it turned into a weekly basis I knew it was was a problem when the thought Of driving back home to Los Angeles would make us anxious That's when I knew we had to change the address Pack the couch, pack the rugs, bed frame and mattress It was a risky thing to do, but as long as I'm with you Then there's nothing I can lose, so let's go ahead and make it happen Put the roots down planted the seeds Build a firm foundation for the family tree Can't wait to teach our kids to skate, take 'em golfing Wasn't sure where home was, I think I finally solved it Home is not where the roofs are A home is not a driveway with new cars, home is not a new start Home is when I'm too far from everything I know and still feel at home 'Cause home is where you are