I look out my window up our quarter mile drive
All I see is green for miles on either side
A beautiful row of trees that reach towards the sky
It makes me sad to see that some of them have died
The three foot hay that gently sways
has carved out pathways from where the dogs have played
I’ve really got a perfect view
From, up here in my room
I’m Home…
About a mile off in the distance
There it lays the 401
I’ve seen concrete and highways
Ever since I’ve been young
Then sometimes the sun hits the clouds
Just the right way
Then through my eyes, I find peace
For the rest of the day…
I’m Home, I’m Home,
Ya I am home for good
I’m Home, I’m Home
Ya I am home for good
Falsetto