Home is a rock ballad about chasing your dreams even when your family doesn't support you.

Lyrics

Gina called me yesterday
Said, “Hey man we miss you! When ya comin’ back home?
The purple sky is hangin’ low and we all were wondering…
Can you feel it, Can you feel the Santa Anna’s blow?”

She said, “Tell me why you had to go? What are you trying to prove?
Your little sis, your baby sis needs you at home.”
I said, “It’s never easy leaving home
Even harder leaving you alone.
But this is something I must do on my own.”

‘Cause there’s a road I must follow now.
No matter how the Santa Anna’s blow
Until I turn these dreams to gold, Santa Barbara is not my home

You see, the road is such a lonely place
And it would sure do me good to see your face.
But I’ll hold on to the good things I’ve known.
And I know that you don’t understand
But it’s time that I was my own man
And let my passion take me where I must go

‘Cause there’s a road I must follow now.
No matter how the Santa Anna’s blow
Until I turn these dreams to gold, Santa Barbara is not my home

Tell Papa I ain't mad, one day he’ll understand
I’m just a different type of man than he knows
One day I’ll find the perfect road and I’ll turn this music into gold
That’s when I’ll make my way back home
I’ll find my way back home

‘Cause there’s a road I must follow now.
No matter how the Santa Anna’s blow
Until I turn these dreams to gold, Santa Barbara is not my home
Oh, it's not my home
Until I turn these dreams to gold, Santa Barbara's not my home