Home is where you heart is and your hat hangs.
And while my hat hangs in Boston.
My heart holds steady in Oregon.
Where I loved, lost, and laughed with the best of them.
3,000 miles between me and home.
I can honestly say I've never felt so alone.
And while I'm gone
The world keeps turning
Fires keep burning
And no one remembers the sailor on watch
The scared kid in camo
And while I may hang my hat far from home
I know I'm not alone.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Home is where you heart is and your hat hangs.
And while my hat hangs in Boston.
My heart holds steady in Oregon.
Where I loved, lost, and laughed with the best of them.
3,000 miles between me and home.
I can honestly say I've never felt so alone.
And while I'm gone
The world keeps turning
Fires keep burning
And no one remembers the sailor on watch
The scared kid in camo
And while I may hang my hat far from home
I know I'm not alone.
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