[Verse 1] Been freezing in Shasta, snow packed on my boots, Temple cat, dragon maps, and these stubborn roots. Kung Flow in my hands, old numbers in my head, That light sword's been waiting since twenty-nineteen said. [Chorus] America, where am I going home to? Where's it warm and safe and sunny and true? Where can I teach the flow and the forty-threes, Where the angels count and the heart can breathe? Where am I going home to? Tell me where. [Verse 2] Flagstaff's in my blood, but the cold bites mean, Need low desert, high sun, and a wide-open dream. A place to speak plain, to teach what I know, And put those bright blades in the hands of folks who grow. One-four-three in my pocket, love written on the wall, Forty-three keeps turning up each time I make the call. Meri's marked on my maps, where the Mothers were hid, Not preaching from a pulpit—just sharing what I did. [Chorus] America, where am I going home to? Where's it warm and safe and sunny and true? Where can the young learn to move and stand clean, Where numbers mean love and the heart stays keen? Where am I going home to? Show me where. [Bridge - spoken] I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them. If I find them too obnoxious, I break them. And I am morally responsible for everything I do. So I'm asking—not begging—where should a free man stand? [Verse 3] Five billion candles in a sword that won't die, A claim I've carried since twenty-nineteen went by. It cuts through the cold, it cuts through the fear— If you're looking for warmth, I'll bring the lesson here. [Final Chorus] America, where am I going home to? Sedona, Tucson, Joshua Tree too? Somewhere low where the sun holds on, Somewhere I can teach till the winter is gone. Where am I going home to? Tell me where. Where am I going home to? Tell me where. Angels write forty-three—I'm listening. Where?
