Roots

[Chorus]
The city that I'm from, it was fun
We were young and dumb now we're all grown up
The city that I'm from, I miss the city that I'm from

[Verse 1]
Markham Ontario, the first place I call home
905, that's what I dial when I call home
My dad picking up the phone, ask him how it's going
Same old, no complain, he's as glad it's not snowing
That means the golf course is open, that's his home
Memories on fairways with him, I really miss those
Canadian boy got letters in his zip code
Winter cold, no watch needed to keep the wrist frozen
Got me thinking 'bout the early days
First time I learned to skate, first funeral when Uncle Charlie met the pearling gates
Days we don't worry things, time moves so slow
Months felt way longer than 30 days
Instead of scrolling phones I was turning pages
Instead of burning bridges I was burning daylight
When late nights were great nights
That was way before I left the nest and had to take flight
It's home where you start, or it's home where you are right now
Is home a place, or is home a state of mind?
Only one way to find out, so I had to fly out

[Chorus]
The city that I'm from, it was fun
We were young and dumb now we're all grown up
The city that I'm from, I miss the city that I'm from

[Verse 2]
Los Angeles my second home
First time I visit as a kid, I was like 10 or so
Child actor working, hoping maybe I was next to blow
Knowing that one day I'll have to make the move to get it going
'Cause back home there's only so far that I could take it to
Fast forward, few years, and then we make the move
New room, new house, new school, new route
Same old feeling of nostalgia by my home town
But new memories would soon compete with old ones
Palm trees, calm seas, basking in the gold sun
First kiss, first sip, cracking open cold ones
Burbank was great, there's worst places I could grow up
But everything would change as soon as you showed up
Those same feelings of nostalgia start to show up, damn
Coming flustered, I'm repeating myself
I see our future, you and me, a family and a house
Is home where we start, or is home where we are right now
Is home a place, or is home a state of mind?
Only one way to know, so we had to make our own home

[Chorus]
The city that I'm from, it was fun
We were young and dumb now we're all grown up
The city that I'm from, I miss the city that I'm from

[Verse 3]
Married for a couple years, time to put our roots down
California living, nowadays feeling too crowded
Overpriced apartments, paper walls feeling too loud, damn
Feel like a old man, I think it's time to move out
Every month we would drive to see your family out on Vegas
Loved it, so I turned it into a weekly basis
I knew it was a problem when the thought of getting back home to Los Angeles would make us anxious
That's when I knew we had to change the address
Pack the couch, pack the rugs, bed frame and mattress
It was a risky thing to do, but as long as I'm with you
Then there's nothing I can lose, so let's go ahead and make it happen
Put the roots down, plant out the seeds
Build a firm foundation for the family tree
Can't wait to teach our kids to skate, take 'em golfing
Wasn't sure where home was, I think I finally solved it
Home is not where the roofs are, home is not a driveway with new cars
Home is not a new start, home is when I'm too far from everything I know
Still feel at home, 'cause home is where you are