Fly Back Home

I sit on top of my suitcase

Waiting on a boarding gate

I hope it's not too late

To say goodbye to that foreign land

And to that foreign mother who can understand

A tongue not of her own

Even when I felt so alone

And when I didn't recognize her very stones

Flakes of gold and blue

Those colors stick with me like glue

I feel her warmth come shining through

Do I miss my old me?

Or do I revel in meeting who I want to be?

Will she write a poem for me?

And will she weep as I soar high above the East Sea?

I sigh as I fly back home

I wonder if she'll ever etch

The footprints in my memory

And all those nights and streets with lights

They soothe and ease my wandering mind

Like those foreign words that make me sigh

They journeyed alongside me

The same way rain kept pouring on me

And when the sun shone down to say "let it be"

Imagine if she said

"Darling hold me to my chest and I promise I'll put you to rest"

Do I miss my old me?

Or do I revel in meeting who I want to be?

Will she write a poem for me?

And will she weep as I soar high above the East Sea?

I sigh as I fly back home

Do I miss my old me?

Or do I revel in meeting who I want to be?

Will she write a poem for me?

And will she weep as I soar high above the East Sea?

Will she weep?

Will she weep?

Will she weep?

As I soar

As I soar

As I soar

High above

High above

High above

The East Sea

East Sea

East Sea

I sigh as I fly back home

Ooooh

Ooooh