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
I think about the day you’ll take me back
I’m your native son