Homing: Verb: return by instinct to its territory after leaving it.

"a dozen geese homing to their summer nesting grounds"


I'm sorry I’ve gone away

It happens sometimes, lost in the gray

Of the silver screens smiling back at me. 


I’ve learned that I have a restless soul

Searching endlessly for the pot of gold 

I want to live all the lives.


And I’m weighted down

By all of the images swirling around 

My voice is tired but my heart beats loud 

Bringing me back to the familiar sound. 


And I know its true

I’ve lost my way and I can’t get through

Please don’t give up on me like I did to you

I’ll find my way back to the place I once knew 

Cause I, oh I’m coming home 

On the dusty road 

yeah, I’m coming home 


Even now I can’t figure it out. 

I’ve tied myself to things I don’t care about 

I want to change but I don’t know how 

Maybe my discontent makes perfect sense 

I’m like a wild horse tied up to a fence 

Can I free myself before the story ends