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California isn’t home.

But it’s all I’ve got right now.

And all of my friends are back in Oklahoma.

But Oklahoma isn’t home and everyone’s left upstate New York, 'cause it’s sad

and lonely and people live to die there.

I don’t ever wanna live back in Utica.

Not another holiday in Utica.

But I called it home, I called it home.

I called it home, I called it home.

I called it home, I called it home.

I called it…

I called it home.

We thought Seattle had it right, then that guy he changed his mind.

And somehow we ended up in San Francsico.

I’m scared to go visit L.

but I’m sure I’ll end up there some day.

And I hope that fame will never motivate me.

But wherever you go, I will go.

And I’m sure that one day I’ll be calling it home.

I’ll call it home, I’ll call it home.

I’ll call it home, I’ll call it home.

I’ll call it home, I’ll call it home.

I will call it…

I will call it home.

We’ll spend a few years on the road, not see a single face we know.

But if you’re there, I’ll feel a little bit more comfortable.

As long as I wake up next to you, don’t care where we go or what we do.

Even if you’re the only thing familiar.

Cause wherever you go, I will go.

And I’m sure one day I’ll be calling it home.

I’ll call it home, I’ll call it home.

I’ll call it home, I’ll call it home.

I’ll call it home, I’ll call it home.

I will call it, I will call it home.

I will call it home.

I will call it home.