Home - Dan Wilson

West, on a plane bound west

I see her stretching out below

Land, blessed mother land

The place where i was born

Scars, yeah she’s got her scars

Sometimes it starts to worry me

Cause lose, i don’t wanna lose

Sight of who we are

From the mountains high

To the wave crashed coast

There’s a way to find

Better days i know

It’s been a long hard ride

Got a ways to go

But this is still the place

That we all call home

Free, nothing feels like free

Though it sometimes means we don’t get along

Cause same, no we’re not the same

But that’s what makes us strong

Brave, gotta call it brave

To chase that dream across the sea

Names, and they signed their names

For something they believed

Red, how the blood ran red

And we laid our dead in sacred ground

Just think, wonder what they think

If they could see us now

It’s been a long hard ride

And i won’t lose hope

This is still the place

That we all call home