If home is where the heart is
Surely I have no home
My heart has found the city
It hangs on a pay phone
My lungs are in Vancouver
Breathing the misty air
My mind is in Seattle
Used up as the bus fare
I'm running to the airport
So that maybe piece by piece
I'll put myself together
And get off my tattered knees
For you I will come looking
And hope that I can find
The deeply troubled person
That I had left behind
I don't know where I'm going
But I know I'm not alone
I do know what I'm looking for
I'm looking for my home
