So long East Bay and the Golden Gate
If only I could stay but I'm heading south of Hell
Where my flesh is boiling and soon will melt
To the earth I slowly spill and flow downhill
But can anybody tell me what will happen
When I leave this all behind

Now the only place to go is back to Orlando

G's up, ho's down when I come around
I feel like a stranger in my own town
I moved out and they moved on
Now tell me where have all the homeboys gone
The birds of my feather grew up for the better, I hope
But can anybody tell me what will happen
If I can't cope with being left behind

Now the only place to go is back to Orlando

If you could see me now
I'd be the talk of the town
Fired up while you're burning down
Fading away without a sound
If you could see me now
You'd crack a permanent frown
Your future lost is your calling found
Fading away without a sound