I left my heart in the big city.
The lights call my name the same way you enter through The Bay.
Every other year I get to travel back.
And every other year I never want to leave.
It's calling me, pulling at my heartstrings.
I belong here.
There are reasons why things haven't worked in SoCal.
Although a beautiful town as well, the Golden Gate calls my name.
One day I will permanently find my way back.
And my heart will be complete.