Making It HOME...© 2001 Jesse SlokumSometimes I feel like a lonely monk Holy order in my hand Sometimes I feel like a roving gambler Rambling through this land This world changes everyday Clouds of illusion drift away Then I know that we're making it HOME Sometimes I feel like I'll never escape My latest escapade Sometimes I feel like I'll never rhyme The end of the line I just made This world changes everyday Clouds of illusion drift away Then I know that we're making it HOME Sometimes I feel like a lonesome lover Abandoned in the night Sometimes I feel like a newborn child Still shining with the light This world changes everyday Clouds of illusion drift away Then I know that we're making it HOME |