The Wrong Ocean

I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
Carolina’s been good to me
But I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
California’s where I want to be
Twenty years of the same sun rising
My southern roots have just been holding me down
I wanna free fall over Mulholland
Out where the Eagles met Jackson Brown
Sit and watch the sun go down
'Cause I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
Carolina’s been good to me
But I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
California’s where I want to be
From the Outer Banks to the City of Angels
One-room apartment on the Boulevard
Fifth show at the Troubadour and it’s standing room only
An A&R man with a business card
Says I’m gonna be a star
'Cause I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
Only so many smiles I can fake in a row
So many friends that I really don’t know
Blue Devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear
«Look homeward angel, what you doing out here?»
It’s been a long three years
And I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
California’s been good to me
But I’ve been looking at the wrong ocean
Carolina’s where I’m meant to be, yeah
And Carolina’s still home to me
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
(I'm coming home)
Oh, oh
(I'm coming home, Carolina)
Oh, oh