Memories and old Cd's of living easy   Three o'clock bus stop, regards my elementary   I recall my sandy feet inside my car   Low tide, old airport had blessed me with my favorite scar      Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?   Running back and forth so I can be      Back home, back home, back home, back home      Bob and Pac with Billie stuffed inside my luggage   I'm a foreign man who doesn't speak the language   Words and sketches, notes on napkins underlined   In the lab still underneath L.A. and I'm asking why      Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?   Running back and forth so I can be      Back home, back home, back home, back home      Grab my notebook, spill it on to 2 inch tape   And hit the 101, 'cuz we've just begun to make your system shake   And perfect paragraphs in this letter explaining what I remember   House parties, green bottles and my friends      Why does every simple thing seem to complicate me?   Running back and forth so I can be      Back home, back home, back home, back home      Back home, back home, back home, back home