Everywhere But Home

Roads of gold, carrying wealth untold
taking me everywhere but home
land of plenty, gods of stone
taking me everywhere but home

Lines with signs littered on either side
everything else is glass and chrome
sea of concrete twelve lanes wide
taking me everywhere but home

And the money doesn't talk, it whispers
twisted words and double-speak
and I'm strung along by the song in the distance and strung out from listening
and the laundry list gripped in my fist goes on, and on, and on
taking me everywhere but home

And the promise of tomorrow lingers
more mocking than encouraging
when the things I love and the prize I'm seeking get farther away from me
the treasure that's forever just between the sand and foam
taking me everywhere but home

taking me everywhere but home
it's taken me everywhere
everywhere but home


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