Du Goettingen

Now it's been, oh
So long since I have
Walked these streets
I can hardly believe that
These old stones
Can still hold me
Gone back to see the little city

Two nights out
Rabble-rousing, and
Wrestling along the city wall
There seems to be
Still something missing, well
Something left in California

Oh, and we'll walk through the city
And follow all the roads as they wind
Try to breathe in all of the sights, because
This may be the last time

And oh, true life is
Rarely so sweet
As in songs and memories, and
Sequels will
Rarely complete the smallest songs
For little cities

But home is a soup that's been warmin'
And where we leave the back door wide open
And man, it makes me wonder how it's going back
Home in California

'Cause bless my soul, I've
Never been so cold
In my teeth, my knees, and my nose
My ears
Hear only the long train moaning
Like a ghost that's calling for me

Still, I will
Holler all the way home
Holler all the way home
Take that last long lonesome road
Back to California