Cinderblock wall at the back of the yard
Reaching up tall reaching up wide
I was so young when I climbed so high
Used to just walk down the street side
singing these songs to myself
Trying to make something for someone else

Big green hedge on the edge of the road
I was in the garden sunning my toes
You work hard as a young adult
What you end up with isn't always your fault
What you end up with isn't always your doing
You're stuck feeling like you got something worth proving

And you end up making in-roads anywhere you go
So the hardest thing to know is where to call home

Ripping my skateboard down the street
Roll my ankle til it bleed
Fifteen years since I was thirteen
Flipping through reflections of the things that I've seen
Thought I squared my shit away
Turns out it's all here to stay

And I end up making in-roads anywhere I go
And the hardest thing to know is where to call home

All I wanna do now's run away
Take your hand and pack our bags
Load the truck or the caravan
Run any direction all in-spite of some plan
Let's grab the moment by the wrist
So long to Los Angeles

And we'll end up making in-roads anywhere we go
Til the hardest thing we know is where to call home
When you end up making friends in the strangest places
The hardest thing to know is familiar faces"