19.10.10

rolling stone

I took this back around Easter. I was a few days away from moving into a new place (which I have since moved out of). I had this feeling like things were falling into place, and they could have, but they didn't. Things feel like they've been suspended in mid-air since September last year. Every now and again I've tricked myself into feeling my feet touch the ground.

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Well, it's not hard to see
Anyone who looks at me
Knows I am just a rolling stone
Never landing anyplace to call my own
To call my own

Well, it seems like so long ago
But it really ain't you know
I started out a crazy kid
Miracle I made it through the things I did
The things I did

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
‘Til then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head
And dream of a place called home

I had a chance to settle down
Get a job and live in town
Work in some old factory
I never liked the foreman standing over me
Over me

Oh I’d rather walk a winding road
Rather know the things I know
See the world with my own eyes
No regrets, no looking back, no goodbyes
No goodbyes

Someday I'll go where there ain't no rain or snow
‘Til then, I travel alone
And I make my bed with the stars above my head
And I dream of a place called home

--Kim Richey, "A Place Called Home"

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