Pop's Song - Lyrics - Gasoline Lollipops

"Hey, son. How've ya been? I hear Los Angeles can turn boys to men." "Yeah, well hey, Pop. You know, it's not quite like that. It's more like they turn dreams into cold hard facts. And I feel like comin' home. I feel all alone." Somewhere in Nebraska, a ghost of the Boss's harp still blows. Somewhere on I-80, an eighteen-wheeler rolls, And there's a little boy riding shotgun. His Papa's listening to Hoyt Axton, And they're trying to find the alphabet in the license plates as they pass 'em. I miss you. Sorry I never tell you. But a man has an ego that won't let him say what he needs to, Like, "I feel like comin' home. I feel all alone." "Hey son, how you been? I hear Los Angeles can turn boys to men."