Home

I'd like to get out of this place someday;

Maybe build a home of my own.

Don't worry about me,

You know I'll be okay,

I just need to roam, roam, roam.

Don't tell me to take care of myself;

You know I'm gonna do what I need to do.

I still don't know yet what I'll miss

Most about this place;

Is it you, or the part of me I'll leave with you?

'Cause you can never take all of yourself with you;

You leave little pieces of yourself

In every new place you call home.

You just have to take what of yourself you can,

Find someplace new, and carry on.

Oh, but the Lord knows that I'll miss you!

Please promise me that you're gonna call?

I know we may not be what

We hoped that we would be,

But we're still family and friends, after all.