Find a Way Home

I’m looking

For a place of my own

So when I’m empty

I’ll have somewhere to go

A house by the river

Books by my chair

A dog and a garden out back

I’ll fill it with memories 

Of the places I’ve been 

While living out of a pack

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I can see it

I could draw it blind

Our little cabin

To escape from this grind

We’re in the kitchen

Sitting down to tea

Sweetened by years of grit

And one day that room

Will have marks on the walls

Where we’ll measure the kids

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We’ll gather up our lives

Till we’re restless again

We’ll have a place to come back to

And let the roots dig in

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