and maybe whennthe sun sets on the western coastnthe lights already fill New Jersey's skylinenwhere you read the letters that I writenwhile five hour plane ridesncould bring me closer to younI know it'd help to pull us throughnwhen you were home sick and felt like giving upnI know how much you wished you could be back homenbecause its hard to be alonennoh Catalinanshe sits in silence by herselfnand dreams of Californianso much it turns her inside outnnand maybe whennthe sun comes up againnthe moon still hangs over LA's sleeping skylinenwhere I read the letters that you writenwhere feelings I can't hidenour honest and set to pennI hope you get the letters sentnwhen you're home sick and feel like giving upnyou know how much I wish you could be back homenbecause its hard to be alone