I was born in the City of Toronto
Given on the third of July
Beneath the stars and satellites
And the ceiling in my room and I would cry
Saying Mother do you know where Ive been hiding?
Father, do you know where Ive been?
In the autumn under the maple tree
These shoes are getting too small for my feet
And it won't be long before I'm on my own
And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites
Will always bring me home
Brother do you know what I've been wishing
I would let the time fly if I could
Because my eyes have always tried
To see much further then my mind has understood
25 years old and I'm worried
That I might never take the time I need
Because my hair has always been so
Much older then my shoulders can believe
And it won't be long before I'm I'm on my own
And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites
Will always bring me home
No it won't be long before I'm gone, it's true
And I'm hoping that the stars and the satelites...
Will bring me home to you...
Bring me home to you

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