Native Son

There are concrete rivers flowing
from the mountains to the sea
towers that almost touch the sky
up all around me

There’s music playing on the radio
from a house there down the street
singing “Take me in your arms again
I miss you don’t you see.”

No matter where I lay my head
no matter how far I've run
I dream about the day you’ll take me back
I’m your native son

I was a fool to run away
and forget where I’d come from
I think about the day you’ll take me back
I’m your native son