Going Home

I wake up, Christmas day

Back home, you miss that place

Might open your eyes to your sister's face

Feel it filling the black hole that distance makes

Felt lonely, haven't said it before

Even with her best friends and chatting and talk

Still find herself lost and imagine the floor

As deep lava, swallow her up just to pause

Make a sound, go and sing it out

Make the biggest sound within a silent crowd

But inside she's screaming, keeping it down

Wears a quiet frown when no one's around

Calling SOS, come find me

What do you mean? Life's passing right by me

The only one feeling lost in the nightly

Gripped to your pillow, stuck to its height

I'm going home, that place where I'm never alone

I'm going home, that place where I'm never alone

That place where I'm never alone

I'm going home, that place where I'm never alone

Used to take long walks on the beach

Finding her feet with deep prints in the sand

Skip stones through the waves of the waters

You find yourself at peace with the earth in your hands

You might find her sitting in silence

Lost in a room that's a little tired

How much calm came from so much violence?

See her on her own just keeping it quiet

And being honest, she was feeling alone

Out with her friends but still on her own

Fake a smile with a happier tone

Till she walked that road to a place called home

And back there she'd find herself

Back in her roots with toys on the shelf

So returning home might happen to help

When you're a little bit lost and alone with yourself

I'm going home, that place where I'm never alone

I'm going home, that place where I'm never alone

That place where I'm never alone

I'm going home, that place where I'm never alone