California Wishing - Original Song

This is an original song I've been working on on the ukulele called California Wishing. Check the pinned comment for more details, and thanks for listening!

Lyrics:

I'm starting to feel like there's no place called home
And I should be used to it, growin' up in the cold
You said you'd be here to hear the end of the joke
Or maybe you didn't
I don't even remember your voice

LA is warmer in the back of a van
I promise to hold you and love you to death
If you come with me now we can start it again and again

I've been searching for years and I thought I had found it
As clear as the letters on the side of a mountain
California wishing can only take me so far
Will I take you with me when I get in the car

Will you meet me outside where I drove at the cemetery
Will you link arms with me like you did back in January
If I make it out there in a couple years then we'll see
If home is a place or the people I'm supposed to be

With campfires and icicles and things I've never known
Locked in a daydream feels like I could throw up a sign
And move on with a split second choice
But there will be days I miss the sound of your voice

I've been searching for years and I thought I had found it
As clear as the letters on the side of that mountain
California wishing can only take me so far
And I'll be goddamned if I can get in the car

And not cry on the way home in the cab, on the plane
If all of my promises have just been in vain
Would you let me forget and say it never happened
Or will you and I meet in the cemetery at the end

Is it stupid to say that I miss Colorado?
If I had a way to get to Michigan, I would leave here tomorrow
The District of Columbia's half a country away
Feels like I'm being trained to hate staying in one place

Now I'm packing up plastic bins to move out of college
And this never was home, to the best of my knowledge
It feels like a word that I have to define
But everything does, down to the name I call mine

There's way too much mail that I'm forwarding out
I'm drowning in debt, never spent a cent, don't know how
And I posted a poll on the internet once
And said there's no one named Mia here now

Finding yourself takes a little more time
It's Hollywood and college towns
Music and fireflies
And I'll never make it out here on my own
I've been trapped here for a while with no room to roam
But I can wait for the next step if I take the people called home