Native Son

There are concrete rivers flowing From the mountains to the sea Towers that almost touch the sky Up all around me There's music playing on the radio From a house there down the street The singer, take me in your arms again I miss you, don't you see? No matter where I lay my head No matter how far I run I dream about the day you'll take me back I'm your native son I was a fool to run away And forget where I come from I think about the day you'll take me back I'm your native son I think about the day you'll take me back I'm your native son