~walking in to the sounds of that terrible stuff some people call music she takes a cup of Tea. unplugging the jukebox she sits in the middle of a tabble. pulling out her lute gentle music fills the air and she begins to sing~
when the evening falls and the daylight is fading,
from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping?
for a moment I stray, then it holds me completely.
close to home - I cannot say
close to home feeling so far away.
as I walk the room there before me a shadow
from another world, where no other can follow.
carry to my own, to where I can cross over...
close to home - I cannot say
close to home feeling so far away.
Forever searching I never right, I am lost
in oceans of night. Forever
hoping I can find memories
those memories I left behind.
Even though I leave will I go on believing
that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling?
like a child passing through, never knowing the reason.
I am home - I cannot say
I am home feeling oh, so far away
-kanga