So what can you say when a child turns a wandering eye to you
and the stories you were told no longer hold the meaning that you knew?
An image of the world as changing is hardly going to do.
And a life that’s only changing is empty and untrue.
This is your home; it’s a story to be told.
This is your home.
What can you do when you lose your time for living working late?
It’s a curious thing that spending time on living is called a “waste.”
In the middle of the darkest evening and at the break of day
There are people who’ve come to know you and a place to steal away.
This is your home; there’s warmth to light the place.
