Looking for a reason to change,
trying to find the answer.
A heart so strong that hasn’t
been stolen or crumbled away.
Never talking about the pain.
Hanging strange hats in strangers
The sun shines but it feels dark,
What is a home when you’re a gypsy soul?
Anything, anyone, anywhere will do.
The sound of tires on the highway
like clapping hooves pulling your
wagon from place to place.
Maybe one day I will settle down,
but for now the horizon calls.
Beckoning me to a new adventure
over here, over there, over
hills and streams.
I am not the only traveler who
has not repaid his debt.
Take me, take me back, to that
night, that night we met.
Then, and only then, will I find home.
©James D.Casey IV 2018