The Home Song

The birds fly south in November

But i go north in December

To see my family

They're nice to me

We eat and talk and drink coffeeAnd while i'm up there, i think

Maybe this is where i belong

But when i get back home, i think

No i was probably wrongThis is the home song

This is the home songThey say, home is where the heart is

You carry it with you, impossible to miss

Some people want to be like birds

And fly over earth

But i want to be a whale

The whale goes places no one has ever been

The whale goes places no one has ever been