Lyrics

Home. It has to be somewhere,
caught between anywhere and here.
Is it your piece of the planet, surveyed and planned.
Is it deeds in stone?
They say it’s where the heart is.
Well the heart could be anywhere,
If you let it roam like your mind.
You just can’t forget it,
That feeling in your mind,
Of where you’d turn to run to.
As good as it is to leave and wander.
As good as it is to see the wonders.
You’ll never beat that feeling.
It’s a good thing I know my way back home.
Home. Is it a feeling?
Is it a real sense you’re known?
Is it your freeze in the hurry; mute of the sound?
Is it where you’re whole?
Steeple-chase the fear, forget it.
A shallow wound is easily mended.
No need to set a flare off in this room.
An open chest to let the air in.
An open mind to new beginnings.
If it gets too hard you can always turn around,
And head for home,
As long as you know your way back.
As good as it is to leave and wander.
As good as it is to see the wonders.
You’ll never beat that feeling.
It’s a good thing I know my way back home.
As worn as the soles of my shoes.
As laboured the breath and skin bruised.
As shut as the eyes from seeing.
I thrive on that feeling.
It’s a good thing I know my way back home.