Sometimes I feel homesick
Even though technically I live at home
and in another sense I very much carry my home with me
I don’t know where it is, I don’t know when I’ll get there, but I miss it, hard
It’s like I am weary, worry-worn, battle-scarred and soaked through from trudging too long in the rain
And I’m tired of fighting to keep going and trying to stay warm
It’s been a long day and I just want to go home.
Just to know I’m round the corner, getting close,
To reach that door, to see the kitchen light through the narrow coloured stained glass of the porch
To put down my heavy bags and peel off my coat and socks
To feel the warmth of the fire and rest my weary legs
To come in, and fall into your arms
That is all I want.