There are islands on Fiji not a sole
has touched
Streets in Italy I
have not walked
Air in Sweden I
have not breathed
A home, somewhere, I
have not found

My head longs for a bed
that feels like my own
My heart yearns for people
who will call me home

But for now

I will lay in a cold bed
Wrap myself up
in the hope of tomorrow
Hold loveless hands
Until I get home