This is my journey



Sunday today and my head is low, the light in my room is so dim,
Sun shining bright but the curtains are drawn, I won’t be rushed by Him.

Lazily lazily, nothing too fast, I’m waiting for the penny to drop,
Coffee is black, my cheeks are white, I like my eggs sunny side up.

This is my journey, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

One week away from you or could it be two, time is an illusionary trick,
Yolk spilling out like lava in flow, all of this making me sick.

I think of you know, are you dreaming of me? I’m such fool about you,
Three weeks to go ‘til I see you again, it’s dry but my eyes are wet through.

This is my journey, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

I’m storing my stories and pictures I take, I’ll show you them all when I’m home.
And you can tell me all you wanted to tell me, that you just couldn’t say on the phone.

Time is a rocket and time can crawl, I guess it’s a state of mind
Life is upside down as you’re deep in your dream, while the sun here is making me blind.

This is my story, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

Letters I’ve written and phone calls we’ve made, highlights, they are, in my day,
I’m not a believer, or so I thought, but I find myself wanting to pray.

Pray for your safety, pray for your joy, pray to the heavens above,
I pray for the future and give thanks for the past; I pray for your endless love.

This is my journey, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

It’s not everyday I’m trapped in this mood, I’m travel a wonderful place,
The people are friendly and hosts they are kind, but there are some things that they can’t replace.

I’ve seen many places and learnt new things, I’m lucky to do what I do,
Call me greedy, but I’d give anything, if I could do it together with you.

This is my journey, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

Time ticking on like I knew it would; I’m watching the moody clouds form,
Sun rising up on your beautiful face, my dusky light is your dawn.

Feeling sleepy now, though what have I done? Well, it wasn’t a waste of time,
If once in a while I can wax lyrical and thank the Lord that you’re mine.

This is my journey, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

This is my journey, this is my life
And I’ll always be home to you

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