8.31.2006

the end of exile

Tonight I'll play CDs again, light up the stove
and pretend
The other place is just a site to me, a dream or just a fantasy
reminding me that I am free
Homeward bound
At last I am
Homeward bound
Home
—where my back ain't achin'
Home
—with no late-night fakin'
Home
—with no sawdust waitin' silently for me

2 comments :

Wolfen said...

One day I'll stay at home and then,
I won't have to do anymore shoppin'

The wedding will be past to me, no more holy matrimony, and all the relatives I've got to see...
After that I will be free

Homeless bound
I will be soon

Homeless bound

Home
-is it in the city?

Home
-Or an Island diddy?

Home
-all these gifts will make it pretty....

Claudia said...

is this girl related to me or what?