Searching for Home

Over the river, over the sea. Why doesn't home ever follow me?

I keep on walking, the daylight fades. Carrying shadows that I made.

Home is a post that I can't quite find. A whisper caught in the back

of my mind that last time I know the river flows home.

Faces I've loved drift like the rain. Warm for a moment,

then gone again. I try to hold them, they slip like

wind. Leaving me searching where the world begins. Home is a

post that I can't quite find. A whisper caught in the back of my mind