Home
Two years have gone, and I’m back in my home again,
Back to the quiet calm and the soft hills all around.
Laying on my single bed and all I can hear is the rain,
Pattering away at my windowsill trying to break through.
Days are slow back here though an’ I feel a little trapped
Got no car to drive me around this small little county.
Ain’t got no girl who wants my arms tightly wrapped,
And I used to wonder what that might feel like one day.
So here’s to focusing on just myself for a change,
Forgetting all those little insecurities I once held so tight.
So here’s to learning to be myself for a little while,
Becoming the man I always knew would be alright today.
Well its the month of May and the sun wants to shine,
On the beige coloured bricks of my childhood home.
There’s a breeze in the air and the scent of a combine,
And no other town could replace this unimportant place.
I’ve grown to yearn for it when I’m all those miles away,
While I’m wandering beside the waves on those sands.
So call me a fool but I’d choose that home every day,
Cause thats where my heart has chosen to reside itself.
So here’s to focusing on just myself for a change,
Forgetting all those little insecurities I once held so tight.
So here’s to learning to be myself for a little while,
Becoming the man I always knew would be alright today.
I dreamt weeks ago that I was that little Blonde boy,
Learning the ways of the world from his tiny green eyes.
I suppose the world back then was a much simpler joy,
With no bills and rent for a tired old house in those days.
At the ripe old age of 6 years old I had it all right there,
I had a bike and I had a girl focused always on my mind.
Little did I know that times change without care,
Waiting for you to grow up, your innocence flees its nest.
So here’s to loving the place you call your home,
Not dismissing it as a warn out reflection of yourself.
So here’s to growing up in your own circumstances,
Accepting thats the hand you were dealt from the start.
