Maybe we belong everywhere. Which is nowhere.
Life ain’t easy. But it’s grand.
HOME
Jon Smith
I'm searching for a home now
Feeling all alone and by myself
Living in a strange land
Am I trying to change who I am?
Planes and trains and boats and cars
I'm traveling on these ever-changing roads
Dreaming of familiar places
Passing unfamiliar faces
Where am I meant to go?
I don't know where I belong
Everywhere and nowhere feels like home
I'm not sure where I should be
All these changing places keep on changing me
They're changing me
Looking back towards home now
Switch the lens to show a clearer view
Questioning the memories
Distorted by a rosy-filtered hue
Pack our clothes, accessories
To fit our lives into a zip-line case
Wishing for a world unmoving
Till we feel a bit more human
When will we know the way?
I don't know where I belong
Everywhere and nowhere feels like home
I'm not sure where I should be
All these changing places keep on changing me
Home . . .
(My thanks to The Swingles.)
The Gentle Nudge
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