Traveler, Wanderer, homeless and free,
There's no place on earth you'd rather be
Then dreaming your days away to the sea
But don't you think its time to come home?
Fickle, Erratic, live life by each second,
Follow your whims, and where the wind beckons,
And I guess it's a good life, as our world reckons.
But don't you think it's time to come home?
For that's where you're loved
Though you've made your adieu
And said so many times
That your life you'll construe
And though you really can't expect
That they'll ever believe you
There's still enough time
To come true.
But what do you care? As you Drift through the skies,
As you bask in your world that's a ballad of lies,
Why won't you wake? Just open your eyes!
Don't you think it's time you came home?
Erratic and Whimsical, this unfulfilled theme
The way you escape to a painted dream
But you can't run forever, nor stifle your screams.
Don't you know we need you back home?
For that's where you're loved
Though you've made your adieu
And said so many times
That your life you'll construe
And though you really can't expect
That they'll ever believe you
There's still enough time
To come true.
But Forgetful and Truant, you gave up your chance
When you went deaf and into your trance.
And no one on earth could catch your glance
Or welcome you back to their home.
Deceitful, Deceptive, Delusive, Untrue;
If you ever return there'll be none to appeal to
For long ago, you left those who loved you.
And now you can never come home.