My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.
EVENTIDEDark and light strikingeach other,vividly etching wild colorsthrough the horizon.The charm of sunset makes me wantto scurry home.
Every time I slip into the ocean, it's like going home.
I used to sing in church, too. Not like in the choir or anything, but for people around the church... on the church bus going home and Christmas plays.
I am not going to die, I'm going home like a shooting star.
The prospect of going home is very appealing.
Well, because I'm naturally a tomboy, when I have sleepovers with girls, they end up going home and crying.
Going home helps the content.
Going home must be like going to render an account.
Will you go back? asked the Lord of the Gallows. To America?Nothing to go back for, said Shadow, and as he said it he knew it was a lie.Things wait for you there, said the old man. But they will wait...