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Sometimes all the moving I did as a child made me sad. I wanted to write a song that captured that aspect of of my life.

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Playing in the yard, 11 year old boy
And he dreams about the day he'll see his dad
Looks up at his mom, she says he'll be so strong
But he doesn't know the place where he belongs
And he can't believe that soon he will be gone
Dear mama...

"We're going 'cross the world, flying like a bird
to see all the places that you've only heard
Dad will be there too, waiting to see you
And he'll be so proud to see how much you've grown
And regret is something that is never shown
And we're leaving here tomorrow."

I just can't believe that I'll soon be gone
All this time....please, someone, someone!
Climbs up in the trees, look at what he sees
Must he leave this place where he longs to be?
Flying 'round the world, never see his friends
For they'll stay behind and now the day is done
Oh the place I'm going to it seems so cold
So I'll build a fortress that'll keep me warm
Once again....I want to go home

Talking to myself

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from Unseen Tapes Vol. 2, 1996​-​1998 (Porch Songs), released February 1, 2012

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