The Ghosts of Home

Where I come from, no one's home
Twisted branches, overgrown
Skin deep roots over, broken bone
Dust and glass and the ghost of home

Knock at the door, no one's home
Empty rooms and shadows flown
Down these halls fading memories roam
Hand in hand with, the ghosts of home

Another new horizon
Familiar scene of childhood dislocation
Finger trace the coloured lines
Another road, another destination

You said goodbye to empty rooms
And farewell to the walls and windows
Waved to no one in particular
As the lights went out and the doors behind you close

Home again, home again

Stranger in a strange land
You walk the halls, nervous and unseen
Keep your down, don't raise your hand
Alone in the crowd, a ghost in the machine

Home again, home again

Half remembered neighbourhoods
Twisted branches and dying woods
Broken bones and childhoods
Broken homes and lost boyhoods

Summer wars in the woods
Fleeting blood brotherhoods
Hoped to run but never stood
Wished to stay but never could

What did you hope to find?
Home again, what could you find?
In doorways and window panes
In broken glass and faded frames

Can clocks turn back, the years unwind
And are you still hiding there now?
A ghost, trapped, behind those walls

So goodbye again to empty rooms
And farewell to the walls and windows
Print them once more in your memory
As the lights recede and the road behind you grows

Home again, home again