Feeling like no home 2brix: The streets of my home are foriegn
No more do I wheel about them comfortably
Such a feeling of confusion
My history is invested in thes roads
Now I feel Iike a drifter, home is where my hat lay
A sailor, my next port of call
A soldior, a fox hole in no mans land
I find comfort away
Can a man raised on the bread of always
Can he find joy in a life of temporary
Is it possible to be happy
Being alone
