Home - Jan Loechel

I`d packed my few belongings

And it felt like growing up

With some things to remember

And others that were not

It was the coldest of Septembers — 1994

I was freezin`, and hungry

Faithful and unsure

Home — Home is where I`m coming from

Home is where I do belong

Home — Home is what I`ve always known

Home is when you carry on

I was more than open

But the doors were closing soon

I was seeking — I was coping

But cash won`t heal the wounds

Making plans and staying friends

With the one I love

Getting rid of self defense

Instead of giving up

Home — Home is where I`m coming from

Home is where I do belong

Home — Home is what I`ve always known

Home is when you carry on