There is a home,
and it's waiting for me.
It travels in the sky,
over the neon cities.
I've been searching,
years have come and gone.
It eludes me still,
and I can't help but feel wronged.
I look up at the stars,
on the clearest of nights.
I chase the sun,
from the second it rises,
but still I can't find it,
my home in the sky.
Maybe I'll question,
if I'm even alive.
You're the one who told me,
I'd never survive.
From time to time,
I find myself running with the clouds.
I have little faith,
not enough to toss around.
I stare at the moon,
watch it reflect down unto me.
Is there any hope left,
for a man so petty?
I'm more than ready,
for my home in the sky.
Take me now or take me never,
my home in the sky,
I won't wait forever.
Take me now before I take it all,
and throw it away,
I'll throw it away.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio