Home to Me

I am just the pen and paper You are all the words that come to me I look around and nothing's there You turn the light on, suddenly I see I see that home is not a place, no, it's a feeling that you get once in a while I see you everywhere I go You are the heart that beats in everything I find No, I can't help it, I'm a traveling soul Like that river running, I was born to go But wherever all these winding paths and railroad tracks may lead You'll still be home to me Whoa, oh-oh-oh In my brain there is a tennis ball of nerves until I feel you by my side The ghosts inside me go to sleep And the better part of who I am comes alive No, I can't help it, I'm a traveling soul Like that river running, I was born to go But wherever all these winding paths and railroad tracks may lead You'll still be home to me Whoa, oh-oh-oh Hmm, yeah Whoa, oh-oh-oh I've seen waterfalls and alleyways, eastern shores and western waves And treasure troves of truck stop finds along the way I've seen fields of gold and fireflies, southern stars and northern lights And home is still the love that I see in your eyes No, I can't help it, I'm a traveling soul Like that river running, I was born to go But wherever all these winding paths and railroad tracks may lead You'll still be home to me Ohh-oh-oh-ohh Yeah, you'll still be home to me Ohh-oh-oh-ohh