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