There's something strange about the present
It never really felt like home
Then again when has it ever?
Maybe I just can't belong
I tried believing that I'd settled down
But never fooled myself for long
Like a stranger in a foreign land
I'm pitching tents not building home
Only a nomad I was never made to feel at home
Living in transit, I'm just waiting for the boarding call
To take me home someday
Only ever felt exterior
Eluding feeling I'm the same
There's nothing homely about this atmosphere
Although they've welcomed me to stay
Only a nomad I was never made to feel at home
Living in transit, I'm just waiting for the boarding call
The cry of a nomad
Never stay beyond tomorrow's door
Hoping to exit, I'm elated when it's time to go
And take me home someday
When I found out where my spirit's from
I could never call this lifetime home
When I saw beneath my skin and bones
Now I know it's still to come
Something strange about the present
Never really felt like home
I'm only a nomad I was never made to feel at home
Living in transit, I'm just waiting for the boarding call
The cry of a nomad
Never stay beyond tomorrow's door
Hoping to exit, I'm elated when it's time to go
And take me home someday

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