Homeless

i once knew someplace i called home

a roof, a floor, and four concrete walls
i had once thought that's what it meant to have a home

year after year i keep coming back to the address i had always called mine
the same bed, the same linen, the same fragrance
and yet, it has never again felt like home


i once knew someone i called home

a name, a heartbeat, and a hundred thousand dreams
i had once thought that's how it felt to have a home

day after day i keep coming back to the breath i had once kissed mine
the same mascara, the same lipstick, the same perfume
and yet, it has never again meant home



the bohemians lost in translation, where do they live anyway
did anyone ever know