I want to go home,

Everybody does.

The difference is,

I don't know where home is.

It could be in the tree I used to climb,

Or at the school I used to go.

It could be on the rock I used to sit,

Or in the forest I used to walk.

It could be in the mountain I used to hike,

Or in the lake I used to swim.

But the tree fell down during a storm,

And the school is now a morgue.

But the rock cracked in pieces,

And the forest burned down.

But the mountain was emptied for all of it's gold,

And the lake dried up in the burning sun.

I want to go home,

Everybody does.

The difference is,

I don't know where home is.

It could be with the friends I used to have,

Or with the guys who took me out.

It could be with my sister or my brother,

Or with the parents who claimed to be mine.

It could be with the grand-pa I used to love,

Or with the grand-ma I'd laugh with.

But my friends when I got broke,

And the guys went off to war.

But my sister, my brother, got famous and rich,

And my parents are to ashamed to say hi.

But the grand-pa I loved died yesterday,

And the grand-ma I'd laugh with went crazy last Tuesday.

I want to go home,

Everybody does.

But the difference is,

I don't know where home is.

Home is the people, home is the love.

Home isn't the places and it's not the time.