Something Like the Feeling of Home

Just up and walk through the door
Good morning, what's in store?
Then Grandma picks up the phone
And I know I'm close to Home
(whatever that is)

But it's not here or there
I could go anywhere
I just go and I know
That I've got to get back Home

But that's not something easily won
No easier than how the west was undone
No, it's never clear or plain
But something remains the same

It's not the house where you live
It's not what ain't and what is
'Cause Home is only where you make it
Or so I've been told (or so I've been told)

I could move all around
From East to Western ground
But nothing competes with the sound
That I've got to take me Home

I want to send a letter back Home
But there's no zip code for being alone
There's no address that I can find
But it's on my mind

I miss the rock cliffs on the side of the road
The rolling hills around a valley I know
I miss the trees that I used to climb and fall (out of)
A picket fence and a diner or two
And a drive-in would be nothing new
I only wish that you could be there too, oh no

Now there's a place I can be
It's known only to me
It's not a place at all
It's Something Like the Feeling of Home

I miss the music from the side of the street
A nice cafe where people could meet
I miss the trees that I used to climb and fall (out of)
A city full of people with soul
Just find something you can call home
I only wish that we didn't have to do it alone