the sky is so much grayer here
this life has too much change, i fear i'm lost
this place i have grown up with
but i'm trying to come up with
different ways that i can sway
and gently dream the year away
inside my clear and blissful day...
into what seems like it is daylight
but it turns into a gray night
"i'm glad that you are home," you say
"it's great to have you home," you say
what is it i call 'home' these days?
a place where i can sit and say
there's music in the air, and know it's true
therefore, my home is not with you.
the air is so much clearer there
the sky is so much bigger there
our lives will soon be better, swear to me
i think of him
i think of bliss
i think of times that we could kiss
and i remember what it's like to be at home
and for his sake
i stay awake
until whenever dawn may break
and i think that i can take
the day once more


