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