I told you I was going home
But I don’t know where that is
As when you left me on that day
Home did no longer exist
You left me cold, in rain soaked slippers
I walked past all those family homes
Fires lit where children whispered
Of life where love was all that’s known
The street lamp flickered as I wondered on
Past a bungalow in the shadow of the moon
He wondered what I was running from
But not what I was running too
As he watched in the window, I put up my hood
I kept my dressing gown on for comfort
To keep hold of my home before I leave it for good
To start my journey in the thunder