Home to Me

Home to me is
Roses and blackberries
The kind that you pick from the vine
At just the right time
They are simple
And sometimes they turn my lips purple

Home to me is
Douglas fir trees
The kind that you climb
But you don't have to if you're afraid of heights
They leave pinecones
Their needles get stuck in your coat
But we don't mind
It rains and it's fine

Ooo

But I'm a thousand miles away from home
In a desert with no trees just stones
And I found out how to live alone
But I miss homemade cinnamon toast
And summer camping on the coast
And my mother
Yes, my mother is who I miss the most

Home to me is
Color changing leaves
The kind that my mother preserved
And mailed to me
From the maple
That still stands tall in the front yard
But it's grown since I've been gone

Ooo

But I'm a thousand miles away from home
In a desert with no trees just stones
And I found out how to live alone
But I miss homemade cinnamon toast
And summer camping on the coast
And my mother
Yes, my mother is who I miss the most