Seventy Odd Years

I walk the world

I still got miles to go but now I know

That when I'm home is when you hold me close to you

I roam these hills

For seventy odd years and I know still

That when I'm home is when you hold me close to you

And home is the place in between your arms 

And home is the place where I belong

I’m counting birds

They're moving faster than I can with words

I'm looking for you so you'll hold me so close to you

I'm traveling

And with my feet I am unraveling the space between 

So you can hold me so close to you

And home is the place in between your arms 

And home is the place where I belong

And I'm not as young as you

And I'm not as strong 

I'm just a man looking for someone who knows

That home is the place in between your arms 

And home is the place where I belong

And home is the place in between your arms 

And home is the place where I belong