Today I am going back home After a month Of being on road I really don't want to go At home I feel so alone Waiting for me is my nearly empty house The hundreds of people I see daily that I don't care for Don't talk to Make me feel as small as a mouse Waiting for me is my toddler of father And the endless hours of work All of the peace in my mind Lit up by a torch Waiting for me are the sleepless nights Oh how ill miss performing and the people I met The kindness that often cannot be found in my town in America I don't want to go home
Context: For the last month or so I have been touring with my mom and a band she's in. I've been doing this once and awhile for as long as I remember, but now that I'm finnally old enough I can perform with them which is what I did. I love it so much, and I wish to keep going, but it's over and today begins my 22 hour travel experience (at least) back home. If your interested, my mother's name is Reut Regev. And absolutely not, she is nothing close to famous. She plays jazz.