I suppose this is the part where tears fall
From my eyes in rapid unison
But I find myself feeling nothing at all

As I’m watching the rising autumn sun
Memories take over like high tide
In the race to grow up, who really won?

Six years old, mama’s mascara on her eyes
Wishing she could fit into her heels,
But still running to her when she cries

You think you know how it feels
To be grown up when you’re left alone
For a weekend; but that’s not being on your own.

I want to go home.
Someone please take me home.

Jets roar in the distance and I wonder
If this is what it feels like
To enter calm water, only to be pulled under

And I know it shouldn’t feel right
Leaving the past eighteen years
At this terminal in the early daylight

But still, there are no tears;
Only distant memories
And resurfacing fears

Fifteen years old and simply needing
To be able to drive on my own;
My eyes may be dry, but they are pleading:

I want to go home.
Someone please take me home.