My Way Back Home

A ballerina in Phoenix

The pines up north

The sunrise from a highway

That was not there before

If I can place it all together

Make out the nature of the call

I start to feel the love and the silence

That was always at the root of it all

And in my constant quest for truth

I am condemned to facts alone

And though my dreams all lead me nowhere

I won't forget my way back home

From the corner of a coffee shop

Or from the center of a stage

From the words used in a love note

Or from an empty page

While I struggle with these beauties

And my renditions end up dry

I'm like a bird that crashes into the window

That was drawn to the reflection of the sky

And the more I try to speak

The more I lose that earthly tone

And before heaven proves me hopeless

I won't forget my way back home

Ooh Oooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh.....

I admit that these answers that I seek

Are all to questions I've never known

But I pray to keep on looking for as long as I can roam

And when the world finally fulfills me

I will not forget my way back home