Home

If I woke up one morning with my memory gone

I'd pick out some clothes and I'd put them on

And walk down the street and find a cafe

I'd order a Guinness and I'd sit there all day

Then some kids would come in and start a fuss

About how great their weekend in New Orleans was

Then I'd look down and smile like their tale was my own

I'd be drowning in memory and then I would know

How it used to be in summers many years ago

When we really didn't worry or care to know

Where we would be or how old we had grown

Then I'd open my eyes and I'd know I was open

Where my friends are, even when I'm not

I wish you were here

And then it would rain like it sometimes does

And if we were bored that wouldn't bother us

We'd just get in the car and drive through the night

And get lost in East Texas but no one would mine

Because we'd find our way home like we always do

Funny how the time flies in our youth

But with darkness approaching we will all grow close

In the place we call heaven

BUt for now we'll just call it home

I'll see you at home