What was once important, what's important now
That changes with perspective
And the happenings in the world can happen without me
but I'm there in my own way
Paint me some sunlight on freshly baked bread
I didn't know how good it tasted
I enjoy a bit of moonshine and wine - I prefer red
I discovered it in the middle of a great experience
Everything I dream of, that I can only wish for
Everything I'll ever reach lies in my homesickland
I learn much, I feel much, much is already known
On the way to Homesickland
Where the goal was, where the goal is now
I change all the time, look at my compass
What the world gives me, when she thinks of me at all
I take thankfully, something from all
Pure blossom honey drips onto my cookie
sticky-sweet fingers licked clean
Hard, dry logic as subsistence on the road
I spit it out with relish, it never tasted good
Everything I dream of, that I can only wish for
Everything I'll ever reach lies in my homesickland
I learn much, I feel much, much is already known
On the way to Homesickland
On the way to Homesickland
What gets us out of bed
What's left over at the end
In the river of your thoughts, in suffering, in enjoyment
Is Homesickland
Everything I'll ever reach lies in my homesickland
I learn much, I feel much, much is already known
On the way to Homesickland
Everything I'll ever reach lies in my homesickland
I learn much, I feel much, much is already known
On the way to Homesickland