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A song written by my friend Jim Mcallister
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And there are those who can’t settle down
Whose feet seem to burn to cover new ground
I always took you for the wandering kind
More than half-crazy, not quite out of your mind
Drawn by the mystery driven to flee
To run from repeating so repetitiously
To gain in the losing, to live in the day
To hold on to nothing yet give nothing away
I want to go home though I know
We couldn’t face each other
I want to go home though I know
We only break each other
I want to go home though I know
The old place is gone now
I want to go home though I know
The folks are all gone now
Living on the barren mountainside
Where the fronts roll in and the vultures hide
You make your home in a hovel of stones
So perfectly immune, so perfectly alone
Weathered into the scenery
As the years go by you get harder to see
You get harder and leaner and more like a tree
You get sunbaked and wind burned
And wrinkled like me
I want to go home though I know
We couldn’t face each other
I want to go home though I know
We only break each other
I want to go home though I know
The old place is gone now
I want to go home though I know
The folks are all gone now
Home is where the heart is
Home is where the trouble starts
Home is neither here nor there
Home can be the better part
Home can be a man’s own castle
Home can be one’s last remains
Home can be a lone house standing
Home upon the windswept plains
Home with all its duties calling
Home its joys and small complaints
Home when now the sky is falling
Home at last and home to stay
I want to go home though I know
We couldn’t face each other
I want to go home though I know
We only break each other
I want to go home though I know
The old place is gone now
I want to go home though I know
The folks are all gone now