I'll walk around with my home,

I'll go up the stairs to connect with the room of truth,

and with the lights off I'll sing a song,

and at times Friday nights will be to remember my age.


Nobody will like the wrongs and rights so seriously.


I'll take my time.


Distance will never conquer the inside of my home's walls,

days, and I'll look to spend time alone,

nights, and I'll will desire to get home.


You'll enjoy my show.


A pool of roses or weeds, a cave of unending heat,

and I'll chase the sun and moon,

I'll go down the stairs to embrace a true friend,

and I'll will not let it go away,

my home will walk at my side, with me it will stay.