To a place I've never been.
To a home I've never known.
I miss it. I crave it — I long for it when I meet it.
To a place I've finally seen.
A home that can be my own.
I'll miss it. I'll crave it. I'll long for it when I visit it again.
The sun was shining, with a breeze just right.
I smiled at strangers with no caution, no fright.
And felt alive in the eve of nights.
This is where I belong.
Where I should've been.
This place is my home.
I'll never get sick of it.