They say home is where the heart is

But my heart is wild and free

So am I homeless or just heartless

Did I start this, did it start me

They say fear is for the brave

For cowards never stare it in the eye

So am I fearless to be fearful

Does it take courage to learn how to cry
So many winding roads

So many miles to go
They say love is for the loving

And without love maybe nothing is real

So am I loveless do I just love less

Oh since love left I’ve nothing left to feel
So many winding roads

So many miles to go
When I start feeling sick of it all

It helps to remember I’m a brick in the wall

That runs down from the hillside to the sea

And when I start feeling that it’s gone to far

I lie on my back and stare up at the stars

And wonder if they’re staring back at me.

(Song: Home by the artist: Passenger)