It's a West Coast winter, sun's still a furnace
So I keep tanning, just never on purpose
I'm saturated in equal parts sun and doubt
So I turn the fan on high and hope I sweat it out
Christmas is coming, I miss my mama
Well, least I got my daddy, but he's in Jakarta
And there, it's raining, while here, it's dry as bone
Kinda wish I knew what I meant when I'd say, "I miss home"
Guess I'm forever caught between two worlds
