I Just Want to go Home,
but I don’t know where it is.
Is it under the blue tropical skies of Panama,
where I played as a child?
Is it in mid Michigan, surrounded by farmland,
where I fell in love each new semester?
Is it in warm and sunny San Diego,
where I lived aboard ship and traveled the world?
Is it back again to Michigan
where all my family live, and some have died?
They say home is where the heart is.
I gave her mine so many years ago.
I just want to go home,
but I don’t know where she is.