ojourner’s Song
	It’s the little things Ya know? The small bits that remind you of home And people you left Behind. Smells, sounds, Snatches of conversation Twist the knife of loneliness Driving home the fact That you’re not at yours. thoughts of home and memories of loved ones Running through your mind constantly Like the one time... No, wait Shouldn’t do that, it’ll only make Me all the more depressed and Homesick Heart-weary and Worn down. Got to keep my head up Eyes and feet on the road. If I can keep moving, then Eventually, I’ll make it back Home. Where I belong. Where my tribe is. Of course, it will never be quite the same as when I left. Small distances too great to be bridged Betweem people and I After all, I’ve been places They couldn’t imagine We’ll both know things have changed. But it’s still home, after all. And I did leave, So that I could do these things and see these places They say You can never go home again But I plan on proving them wrong So pour me one for the road ‘Cause I’ve got to be heading on now.