home

if i woke up one morning with my memory gone, i'd pick out some clothes and i'd put them on, then i'd walk down the street and find a cafe, and i'd order a guiness and i'd sit there all day, then some kids would come in and start a fuss, about how great their weekend in new orleans was, i'd look down and smile like their tale was my own, i'd be drowning in memory, and then i would know, how it used to be in summer, so many years ago, when we really didn't worry, or care to know, where we would be, or how old we had grown, then i'd open my eyes and i know i was, home, where my friends are, even when i'm not, i wish you were here, then it would rain, like it sometimes does, and if we were bored it wouldn't bother us, we'd just get in the car and drive through the night, and get lost in east texas, but no one would mind, 'cause we'd find our way home like we always do, funny how the time flies in our youth, but with darkness approaching, we will all grow close, in that place we call heaven but for now, we'll just call it, home, where my friends are, even when i'm not, i wish you were here, i'll see you at home