i'm homesick for places i haven't yet been,
my eyes crave the beauty of sights i've not seen,
places unpronounceable are calling my name,
a fire i can't see warms me with it flame,
my feet walk the same path when i leave and come back,
where once there was nothing i've worn down a track,
and my ears they get tired of the same boring tune,
where street lights are so bright i can't see the moon.
i'm homesick for places away from my own,
where the people are friendly and my name is not known,
you can tell me i'm crazy but i'll never forget,
that i'm homesick for places i haven't been yet.
