The dream of home grows stronger
Fills up the engines of your bones

Cascades along the train lines you travel
Straight as the steel rocking you to sleep
A lullaby left to sit and hum itself into twilight

Even the hills of Spain are touched with prophesy
Snow, winter claiming the country as her lover
As something to lie down upon and rest, sanctuary

This is what I look for in a thousand places all at once
Home, somewhere to plant my shadow
Let it grow into night