Paralized by my walking around
in all of this noise
and every familiar face
in this familiar place
extracts as in breeds
a weary love in me
And I'm counting the length of the days
and I'm counting the length of the years
since I've been here
With a list of the things that I love
those things that I hate
sometimes so hard to separate
but why would I hope to erase
what's too much mine to displace or foget?
And I'm counting the length of the days
and I'm counting the length of the years
since I've been here.
Home is the place
home is the place now.
Always say I'm going to leave it
only hoping to find it.
