Sleeping on the porch with the radio on, Dreaming of California where the weather is warm, Is that home? Is California my home? The porch needs a painting and the screen door is gone, The grass needs some water and the spots that are worn, In my home, I gotta work on my home. I can't take another day, In this old forgotten place The lights are all off, but the tv is on, I've gotta wake up in the morning at a quarter to nine, To go home, I gotta find a new home. I can't take another day, In this old forgotten place When I walk away from here, There ain't anyone . . . who really cares.