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