The Place Where I Feel Most Like Me
I'd like to think I don't have roots yet.Still some traveling in me.Should have worn back packs through Europe.Back when I turned 23.
There's still Ireland and the Orients and Temples I'm surePlaces you go, to learn who you areI've got to keep looking and someday I'll be,in the place where I feel most like me
I could be cooking in Paris.And needing nobody at all.I could move back to my hometownMeet a good man and we'd fall in loveWe'd have family and birthdays and carsNever concerned about who we area life that's so stable and nice would it bethe place where I feel most like me.
I can't help wishing I could stay right here.Not moving not rushing just breathing in air.Not thinking, not worrying, just look to the sea.The place where I feel most like me