Текст: Houston Davis Jones. I Miss My Home.

I miss my home and I haven?t even left yet
I?m leaving the sunrise for the place where the sun sets
It?s time to say goodbye but i?ve forgotten how to cry
And I wonder, ?Why has my eye been dry for so long??

I?m riding this road that i?ve ridden many times before
But I won?t ride this road many times anymore
That doesn?t mean I won?t keep the memory
Safe with me in a briefcase of my own history

Death?s made a cold blade and cut my heart in two

But it?s time to peel the band-aid and time to love again

Home

Let go of my fears
I want to feel
Let go of my tears
I?m too quick to heal