

(yeah,
listen)
Concrete avenue stretching under sunset glow Watching taillights bleed into the harbor
slow Left the old town behind with a pocket full of doubt
Looking for the answers that they never spoke about Rolling down the
boulevard, window half cracked No rear view mirrors when you can't go
back
Took every highway
till the pavement ended Chasing after pieces that I never mended
Now the Pacific breeze is cutting through the heat Leaving every burden
scattered on the street
West side the only thing that found its way to me
Rolling with the tide out where the air is free
Crossed a thousand borders just to realize
West side the only place I recognize
(found its way to me)
Corner of Crenshaw, waiting out the red Sifting through the promises of
everything they said Palm silhouettes leaning tall against the sky
Giving me a reason not to question how or why
Found my rhythm in the static of the local dial Breathing in
the ocean, staying for a while
Took every highway till the pavement ended
Chasing after pieces that I never mended
Now the Pacific breeze is cutting through the heat
Leaving every burden scattered on the street
West side the only thing that found its way to me
Rolling with the tide out where the air is free
Crossed a thousand borders just to realize
West side the only place I recognize
(yeah, all the way home)
All the wrong turns on the map
Led me right into this quiet trap Where the sunset heals the
burn
And there's nothing left to learn (nothing left to learn)
West side the only thing that found its way to me
Rolling with the tide out where the air is free
Crossed a thousand borders just to realize
West side the only place I recognize
(found its way, found its way)
Found its way to me...
Right where I belong.
(ooh, west side)