Before, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I used to point south,
beyond the trees, where
castles lay hidden.

Before, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I used to point a street,
where the red roof and
white fences stood.

Yesterday, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I pointed you,
my love, my refuge, my sanctuary
before you crumbled back to earth.

Earlier, when I was asked
to point the way home,
I pointed to the stars,
up there, away from here.

Now, you're asking me to
point the way home,
I am pointing at myself.