I used to live away from home
I used to love to run and roam
but no matter how I'd hunt and comb
the sand in the desert or the ocean's foam
I never found what I was looking for


then, when I was back where I started from
I took a hard look at what I had become
and did I like me? not even some
I felt like an educated, traveled bum
I still didn't find what I was looking for


I wished always to be in another place
thinking that Texas was my saving grace
never appreciating this home, this little space
t'was a hard idea for me to embrace
that I wouldn't find what I was looking for


Now, years later, my mind has broken free
from the notion that where I wanted to be
was somewhere else, but now I see
that home sweet home is the golden key
and what I found, finally, was me