When all my homes don't feel like homes,
And the doors don't open the way they should,
When all my senses are telling me
That the situation's changed again.
It's not the miles that I must drive
Or the endless questions in my mind.
It's all the birds that I can see
And the soaring circles that they fly.
And half the world is moving on without me.
The sun
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