Going Home - Brazzaville (布拉扎维)

It's late September

Summer's over

And I'm on this beach alone

And I'm going home

The wind's grown colder

It's not like the gentle breezes

Back in June

And I'm going home

Summer's gone

I'm going home

Goodbye pain

Goodbye failing liver

I'm going home

Goodbye courts

And detention centers

I'm going home

Summer's gone

I'm going home

The waves and boulders

Wild California coastline

Highway 1

I'm going home

The first breath of water

Leads to a transcendental

Sense of calm

And I'm going home

Summer's gone

I'm going home

Goodbye pain

Goodbye failing liver

I'm going home

Goodbye courts

And detention centers

I'm going home

Summer's gone

I'm going home