Home I don't know where you could be
look for you in mountains of oceans across seas
though we live under the same moon
catch you in the glimmer of a spoon
could you be
where love raised his head
where my youth was gallantly led
where the sun took a holiday
fell in love, decided to stay.
I'm so tired
and down, down, down, down, down.
Could you be where my angel sleeps
when he sings willows begin to weep
when I think of all I have done
home, you know you're the one.
Home is where the heart is.
"Home", Leona Naess
Hay días en que la tarde se ve amigable y colorida y se siente bien llegar a casa.
Hay días en que se siente vacía y ajena.
Hay días en que aún no sé dónde está mi casa.