I’m a kid out of school.
A fire out of control.
Just another fool.
This is my home.
I don’t want to leave.
I belong here.
A place for me.
I’ve wandered too long. This is my home, my family.
Pardon me if I should stare and tremble like a child.
I’m just what you make me.
Pardon me for quoting Anne Murray.
It’s been a long walkabout.
I’m a little weak, a feather in the wind.
But I’ve come home. I really want to do this. It’s divine truth. It’s my life. Sure, I fumble and fall, run into the wall, can’t get out of my own way…