gazing down this long highway i remember once living at home
the joy i felt knowing people were there to comfort me
to support and listen,
to help.

but now they're all away,
i left because i was afraid
of not succeeding

but if i go back i wont have a house
or a job, or a place to call my own
i will only have the friends that called when i left
but never had time to call before.

i knew this would happen
but if i went home, id regret it.

im just waiting for the opportunity of a lifetime to stop in front of me
so i can welcome it with open arms

so i can forget that place i call home
and find beauty in adventuring through life
instead of stagnant creeks drying up my mind.