Home

This is home, and here I'll stay

Though storm clouds are massing now with every passing day

Where would we go? What else could I do?

Whatever weather throws at us, together we'll get through

As we ramble those rosy days of wine

Were any of us ever well aware we were living on borrowed time?

How we rolled and tumbled as seasons spent

Adrift within these city walls all daubed with discontent

Given strength to see beyond the turning

And the sense to recognise the signs

When you know which boats are built just for burning

You take a pinch of salt with what you hear — read between the lines

Walking these hills and the valley floors

In the mud beneath our boots there lies an older road than yours

That knows its shape and has given it form

It seems that we're just here and gone before we know we're born

Given hope against desperation

What a heavenly planet but in a hell of a state

And such small things by way of compensation

Like a dog on a rope and the sweet cherry wood smoking in the grate

This is home, and here I'll stay

Where I'm sheltered from the winds of change each strange and scary day

So let this be our piece of the sky

And tomorrow we may contemplate the sweet bye and bye