Thousands of miles from home
Sometimes it feels like millions
Invested, in a place I hardly know
Only to find myself wandering, wondering
Where is home?
Home, isn’t a physical thing
It’s an idea, a place to escape
At times, to stare out and daydream
Reminisce of good times, good people
Breaking bread like a prophet and his disciples
Sharing the burdens of the world
Where is home?
We hardly ever make it there.