歌词
Stepped out of the terminal doorway
Feels the warmth of the air
Wonders what his mother will say to him
Will he need to cut his hair?
Every time the flight feels shorter
It feels less like home
What's the point in making your bed
If you always sleep alone?
It looks like there are less trees than before
But the wind still smells sweeter
Don't hurt to breathe anymore
Mom's new dog don't remember me
I wonder if this town doesn't too
Streets are full of familiar strangers
Are there things he'd redo?
Where is home?
Where is home?
Where is home?
Where is home?
I thought I'd moved on
Went a hundred miles searching for the feeling long gone
All I came back with was a half tank of gas
Guess all I did is pour out the other half of the glass
(Where is home?)
(Where is home?)