As each year passes, the miles grow longer and longer;
I stopped visiting, I never wanted to leave.
I stopping going, they kept asking me to stay.

When I see the green, my heart flutters,
When I see the orange, yellow and brown, my heart stops.
My life changes like those trees. I can never go home. I can never enjoy the climate, culture and community.

Here I sit. Alone...

at ...home.