Homeward bound means nothing
to one who's had no home towns,
always only roamed around
never going back on track
or laid claim to turf
and stomping grounds, just earth
rolling out from underneath my feet.

So what's it really mean
to know a place you grow up from,
to sow a space with history,
attach deep meaning to a street?
A road just lets me go,
a home just lets me sleep.

So when a website wants to know
to keep security and ask me
what my home town was,
I can only shrug my shoulders
and tell them I've got none.