Maybe I'll find a way out of here,
Darling, my dear.
Maybe I'll find home away from home.
Will I ever know?
I can see it...
Said, "I don't know...
Where I lost her, darling said she'd never leave."
She's crawling up
The stairs, I can hear her,
She's calling my name and it kills!
Does it feel like home?
Does it feel like home?
Will I ever know when it feels like home?
Home…
Hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
Home…
I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is
We're a long, long way from home...
Home's a long, long way from us...
Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to. ~John Ed Pearce
"...it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place..."
Scoreboard of Catan
Monday, April 16, 2007
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