Lindsay Smith: Listen

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HOMEWARD GONE

Homeward gone and homeward bound; where have I gone wrong?
Futures lost and memories found; where do I belong?

I’m choking on my good intentions
And drinking fun to wash them down.
My life is in so many pieces, so many places.
Will I ever be home again?

Spazzing through my destiny on a sugar high,
Watching opportunities wave as I go by,
Wading through the mysteries of eternity,
Hoping I can find a sale on used identities.

I’m choking on my good intentions
And drinking fun to wash them down.
My life is in so many pieces, so many places.
Will I ever be home again?

All my friends have scattered now, restless just like me.
They’ve all got someplace to go, somewhere I can’t be.
I used to miss my good old friends; now I miss the new.
I know that you can’t stick around, and now I’ll miss you too.

Sometimes, think of me.
I’m not sure where I’ll be.
If I don’t see you soon,
Send me messages care of the moon.
Howl, howl to the moon.

I’m choking on my good intentions
And drinking fun to wash them down.
My life is in so many pieces, so many places.
Will I ever be home again?

Howl, howl to the moon.
Howl, howl to the moon.