They've been telling me to find the light since I had the nerve to stand up there alone.
They say that not all those who wander are lost,
But most of us are.
I'm still chasing the sun, following it all the way around the world;
burnt cheeks and stiff skinned.
Chilled under the glow of Fiji's full moon
It's a different one than you see
and it doesn't feel so close.
Home is just a thought,
but what of unhome?
neverhome?
What of love, what of you?
Forever the girls,
they all know what you mean
Well at least he isn't drunk and falling off the stool this year.
They say that not all those who wander are lost,
But most of us are.
I'm still chasing the sun, following it all the way around the world;
burnt cheeks and stiff skinned.
Chilled under the glow of Fiji's full moon
It's a different one than you see
and it doesn't feel so close.
Home is just a thought,
but what of unhome?
neverhome?
What of love, what of you?
Forever the girls,
they all know what you mean
Well at least he isn't drunk and falling off the stool this year.
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