Roseville/Citrus Heights

There's a place near the Folsom Prison

Where my innocence lies

In Roseville and Citrus Heights

I felt calm serenity for once in my life

Alone as I was, the streets were my friends

And the voices in my head as well

Jumping on a pogo stick

Or riding a borrowed bike

The streets gave me peace

The voices gave me company

Perhaps I am nostalgia stricken

Perhaps half the memories are false

But they are safe refuge in my mind

They are memories I shall keep

Neither hope nor pessimism can take that away

I hope to return yet

I can never return

Fear strikes me

I would return to my fantasy crumbling

Nevertheless it is a worthwhile thought

Apocalypse strikes me now

As time passes my life does too

When my eyes finally close

I hope to dream of these places one last time