Going home is a lonely travel and long
You think you're there after
all these years
And your feet feel sore
You see no more why
You're always looking for roads
to take you to home
You change your make up and
buy new shoes thinking;
almost there
Yes, almost there
Still, still
Far away but not farther
than a forgotten thought
Looking back is like strange imaginations
You are there, you are there
You traveled far and you traveled hard
for so long
Through changing seasons not
knowing you
carried all along
The home that's you own
Now know
Far away, but not farther than
a forgotten thought
Looking back is like strange imaginations
You are there, you are there
