Picture a house in the middle of the dunes
With a porch overlooking the sea
Out on the board walk the light of the moon
Is making you howl like a banshee
Son, where you wanna go?
Father, I just don't know
In through the screen door here comes the light
As you quietly move in between
The five rooms for living, the one where you write
The one where the family convenes
Son, where you wanna go?
Mother, I just don't know
Somewhere along the Pacific coast
Is where you conceive to this notion
To finally stop running from pillar to post
In this very house by the ocean