I kept moving around
What remains are the sounds
I haven’t put down any roots anywhere
I enjoy New York but it’s not there
Each place I’ve been never felt like home
Like the earth I’ll keep turning where I roam
A new place, a new face
Until I find a home I embrace
Through the blue skies and tears I’ve cried
One time I’ll move and it won’t be goodbye
No comments:
Post a Comment