03 February 2007

A Place Called Home

Well, it's not hard to see; anyone who looks at me knows
I am just a rolling stone, never landing anyplace to call my own
It seems like so long ago, but it really ain't you know
I started out a crazy kid; miracle I made it through the things I did

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow; until then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head, and dream of a place called home

I had a chance to settle down, get a job and live in town,
and work in some old factory, but I never liked that foreman standing over me
I’d rather walk a winding road; rather know the things I know,
and see the world with my own eyes: no regrets, no looking back, no goodbyes

Kim Richey, A Place Called Home, 2002

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