"Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone Is where you go when you’re alone Is where you go to rest your bones It’s not just where you lay your head It’s not just where you make your bed As long as we’re together, does it matter where we go? Home, home, home,home... "
"I want to disappear
Far from the folks I know
I want to get an answer
To why I was even born
No one here can tell me
What's been haunting me all my life
Well this rat race has left me limping
'Cause I balanced on the edge
of the edge of knife
Why am I here?
Oh, what should I do?
Well is this the point I'm trying to prove?
If there's a god in my head
Then there's a devil too
How can I tell the difference
When they both claim to be true
Maybe God is God
Maybe the devil is me
Well I just throw my chains on
And tell myself that I'm free
Chains - are they really there?
Is this just in my head ?
Well I'll just stay in bed
Life sure has its meaning
Over years I have postured the sun
Thieves and preachers robbed me
For many hat that I've hung
Now with my heart wide open
I listen to the wind just for a word
Sure, I know it's futile
But that's all I have in this world
To look down from the hill
Nas howl at the moon
All the tears I cried never salted any wounds
Well the earth is so tender and cruel
Well if you're not there it's still so beautifull ..."
"My father understands
the demons I wrestle
With in my daydream
And knows what to say when they are
winning
And I go spinning all night
Streaming, "I don't need your help"
He knows that means I need it bad..."
"Such inheritance
was formed within the sand
Like shells you gather
in the safety of your hands
Dive in with your eyes closed
For the life you were born to claim
And the water will ne paralyzed
By the courage you contain
And the flutter of your earnest heart
It will fill the silent seas
And all be restored in your memory..."
"One art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filed with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day.
Accept the flusterof lost door keys,
The hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther,
Losing faster: places, and names,
And where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look!
My last, ornext-to-last, of three beloved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones.
And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesturel love)
I shan't have lied.
It's evident
The art of losing not too hard to master
Though it may look like
(Write it!) a disaster.