I’m not one for chasing dreams, but sometimes they chase me.
I just need to learn to love this new reality.
The difference between my wants and needs is often razor thin.
I’ve learned the journey’s not as hard as staying in one place.
And sometimes broken promises are just a change of pace.
Pictures hanging on the wall can come down and be put up once again.
Home is where the heart is – home is my best friend.

I can hear the road a’calling, you would have me stay.
Staying’s so much easier, I might leave anyway.
Out there on the road my mind explodes, it goes in overdrive.
If I stay, this time things will go better, you believe.
And every time I stay it’s harder when I finally leave.
Something tells me go get in the car – get in the car & drive.
Home is where the heart is – home keeps me alive.

You think you have me convinced – but one thing you forget.
Staying’s just not who I am – haven’t done it yet.
This time may be diff’rent but I’ve seen nothing to suggest it will.
There’s no point in crying, tears don’t faze me in the least.
I can plainly see the forest even through the trees.
I know it’s not far away - it’s probably just over the next hill.
Maybe one day I’ll find home - Maybe I never will.
Home is where the heart is - I know it’s there still.

Home Is Where the Heart Is

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

Home Is Where the Heart Is

Scott Orr