The Traveler’s Song of Returning

Let me be in the arms of my home town
Martinez, California when the sun goes down
I miss her wooded valleys and warm sunshine
Sweet blackberries ripe on the vine

A cool wind blows from somewhere out at sea
It brings me back to the city that loves me
When I hear that train whistle or see that smokestack flame
I know I’m in Martinez, California again

I’ve strolled through strange cities alone in my heart
With each step reminding me how far we’re apart
But soon enough the road always seems to turn around
To Martinez, California my home town

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