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| Home August 23, 2001 I just want to go home To my soft warm bed With the blankets wrapped around me And lie on my side curled in a ball Lay my head on the pillow And close my aching eyes Ease into sleep and let the world go by Without me. Sometimes I wonder If the world would even change If I were not here Would they notice? Would they care? Who would cry, who would ache Who would wonder why? I just want to go home To my quiet, quiet rooms And curl up on my chair Pull the shades Turn on the radio And pick up the phone I want to hear her voice again If only one last time I want to say all the things That I never let out I want her to know the way I feel And the way I�m feeling better And then I want to let her know That this is it Goodbye. I just want to go home To someplace where people love me Where they hold their arms out for me And never ever regret me To a place where I am happy And wanted, and needed. I just want to go I just want to find That place that everyone Calls Home. |