Текст: Elijah Wyman. Open Coast.

Stretched across this continent I?m home.
Boston to Las Angeles I?ll roam.
I?ve fallen in love with each coast for a reason.
These reasons so rooted I can?t choose between them. No.

Pacific?s coast is so open.
You ain?t seen it?s waters; you ain?t seen the ocean.
I?m trying so hard here I can hardly keep up.
I?m breaking my back, but it?s barely enough?for you.

Home is where the heart is,
and my heart I gave to you.
Wherever you may lead
I will follow suit.

We packed our vans in the summer
of 1998.
I swear each year that I return,
not a thing has changed.

Because time stands away from me,
and I am always changing.
Everything is just the same
save a few more lanes on the highway