Finches Goettingen Du Lyrics

Now it's been, oh

So long since I have

Walked these streets

I can hardly believe that

These old stones

Can still hold me, gone

Back to see the little city

Two nights out

Rabble-rousing, and

Wrestling along the city wall

Where seems to be

Still something to sing

Well, something left in California

Oh, and we'll walk through the city

And

Follow all the roads as they wind

Try to breathe in all of the sights, because

This may be the last time

And oh, true life is

Rarely so sweet

As in songs and memories, and Sequels will

Rarely complete the smallest songs

For little cities

But home is a soup that's been warmin'

And barely leave the back door wide open And

Man, it makes me wonder how it's going back

Home in California

'Cause bless my soul, I've

Never been so cold

In my teeth, my knees, and my nose

My ears

Hear only the long train moaning

Like a ghost that's calling for me

Still, I will

Holler all the way home

Holler all the way home

Take that last long lonesome road

Back to California