Home

Another round of interviews

Another pointless party

I really should be getting home

They say that's where the heart is

The taxi driver asks me

Where I'd like to go

And suddenly I'm unsure

Suddenly I just don't know

Where do I call home

It's where the heart is

Yes, I've had a good life

But still I can't help wondering

If I'd gone a different road

What would have become of me

In another universe

Am I still living there

A bored suburban house-wife

Slowly tearing out her hair

Who can't escape her home

It's where the heart is

A certain taste of liquorice

The sound of jackdaws in the trees

The smell of silver polish

Walking dormant memories

Why now after all this time

Is it flooding back to me

No-one said, "Come back to me

Back where you belong

It's time that you came home"

It's where the heart is

Skipping ropes and pipe-smoke

Church-bells on a Sunday

Marmalade on cold toast

Endless summer holidays

The hay-rides in the trailer

The mad dash for the sea

The bitter taste of failure

The thrill of victory

I never will be home