Dead Winter Carpenters - Find Your Home lyrics

I think I'll move back to New England And find myself a little spread I'll work real hard in the green green fields Until the day I'm dead I've got me heaps of sweet memories From when I was a little boy When everything seemed to make sense to me In a sandbox filled with toys But you gotta roll, yeah you gotta roll, till you find your home Think I'll move to California Buy me a little spread Work real hard in the golden hills Till the day I'm dead I've got me heaps of sweet memories Of when I was a little girl When everything seemed to make sense to me Fake heels and plastic curls But you gotta roll, yeah you gotta roll, till you find your home I hope you smile when you get there Cuz it's been so hard to travel alone I hope you smile when you get there It's been so hard to find your home I think we'll move down to Nashville and start a little rock and roll band Where the stars all go down the music road and the good people understand We learned to play sweet melodies when we were little kids Now we ain't got time to look back on nothing and regret anything we did Still we gotta roll, still we gotta roll, yeah we gotta roll, still we gotta roll Till we find our home