Roots - Connor Price

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

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

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

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

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

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