I’ve walked the streets in the city of Angels
Looking for a job on the silver screen;
Been to Rush Street in Chicago,
The bouncers there are kind of mean;
I’ve seen the ball drop in Time Square
Have worn beads near the Old Bayou;
But, the happiest place I’ve ever been
Is coming home to you.
Seeing Rainier in the distance
Is the first sign I’m nearing home;
I know that I’m almost there
When I’m passing the Tacoma Dome;
Crossing the Ghost of Galloping Gertie,
Makes my time away seem even harder;
Nothing makes my heart sing,
Quite like coming home to ole Gig Harbor.
She waits for me in the kitchen,
Overlooking the Puget Sound;
Snowcapped mountains on the horizon
Whichever way I turn around;
I’ve travelled all over this big wide world
To places erotic and beautifully pure,
But nothing beats coming home to you
Of that you must be sure.