So badly have i wanted to go back to where i belong,
A house in a place where friends once visited and played.
Going back where everything has changed, nothing the same,
There are times when all dream about making that trip back.
It’s never the same when you try to go away back in time,
Getting back home, so many times we wish, but where is home?
A fantasy in our minds as time moves forward and we journey on,
We can travel back and see it for what it is but only in our thoughts of yesterday.
Getting back home, home is today, where we stand, older as we continue to dream.