Is it the sky today

The way that the wind's pushing the clouds?

Or is it the late-day sun

Stretching the shadows over the ground

That brings on these memories

Of people and places I've never seen

And voices so strange and so sweet

Asking me softly

Where is my home?



What makes this person me?

Is it the little town where I was born?

Or maybe it's history, the faces of family

I've never known

Somewhere across the sea

Where my great-grandmother left long ago

Under a cold, crying moon

Looking for something

Where is my home?



Where is my home?

The walls of a city

Painted with promises

And words so unkind

Where is my home?

The trees of a country

Where autumn came suddenly

That I'll never find...



And then there's your face, my dear,

And I know I'll never be walking alone

The love in your eyes makes it clear

Telling me softly

This is my home