If I could leave the rat race,
Run away from all the world,
With work and responsibilities,
Close my eyes and off I would twirl,
Like a leaf on the wind in autumn,
No telling where I would land,
I would soar across the oceans,
Away from problems and plans.
I’d drift over caves and continents,
Rivers and streams alike,
And if a storm should come my way,
I’d dance amongst lightning strikes.
I’d join the swallows’ migration,
I’d follow a glacier’s flow,
I’ll watch volcanoes spew molten earth,
So many miles below.
But when it comes, my time to land,
No matter where I roam,
I know exactly where my heart will be,
You’ll always be my home.