"home"

Rolling down the road*Going no where*Guitar packed in the trunk*Somewhere round mile marker 112*Papa started hummin the funk*I gotta jones in my bones before we know*We were singing this melody*Stop the car pulled out the guitar*Halfway to New Orleans*Said take me home*Take me home*Could feel the sun about to rise*When I realized we had nothing to fear*It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope*Making music that nobody would hear*And then the sun let up and it split the night*Said take me home*Take me home*Said take me home*Said take me home*This greyhound is delta bound mama*Baby boy done finally found*Said this greyhound is delta bound mama*Said take me home*Hot damn you should have felt the groove*Like I was swimming in a sea of soul*The sun was rising and the day was hot*And we was all about to lose control*My daddy turned his face up towards the sky*And I knew that there was nothing to lose*I felt the crow breathe in and I closed my eyes*And we disappeared into the groove*Said take me home*Said take me home*Take me home*Said take me home*Straight from the water*Straight from the water children[repeat]*You don't know nothing about this*Take me home*Said take me home[repeat] --Marc Broussard "Home"

That's what I've felt all day...I just want to go home. I keep hearing the chorus over & over again. It's not a bad day...I'm just not equipped to deal with today. I'm not sure what my deal is but I have a LONGING to go home...just to go home. Not too much longer until I"m home...