I want to see the world outside, I have heard so much good from all the hair About both you and the wings that spread and speak of power So I have made a long list of all the places I want to see But there is another voice inside of me that always causes me problems Because I always just want to go home, home, home As soon as I get there I want to go home again And I promise you, I am not proud of anything, on the contrary But when I walk down the road I always want to turn around I want to go home, home, home It has gotten better and it is not really good yet And I think I have to sit in a home, because I always want to go home I remember my mom sending me on a trip, we were at least 30 kids And I stood on the plow with a sack of newly ploughed yeast Well on place for all the happy people ran around me before my door I lay and hugged my pillow, my tears made dripping blood Because I always just want to go home, home, home Go out with the dog, it will be a short journey I have a gnawing feeling inside of me that grows so strong That it is something I have missed at home where I live Now I want to go home, home, home It has gotten better and it is not really good yet Maybe it was something when I was little that went wrong Because I always just want to go home I remember my mom sending me on a trip, we were at least 30 kids And I think I have to sit in a home, because I always want to go home I remember my mom sending me on a trip, we were at least 30 kids Maybe it was something when I was little that went wrong Maybe it was something when I was little that went wrong I remember my mom sending me on a trip, we were at least 30 kids And I think I have to sit in a home, because I always want to go home Maybe it was something when I was little that went wrong Maybe it was something when I was little that went wrong Maybe it was something when I was little that went wrong I always want to go home