home is so wonderful when people stay
but then they start crying when I want to leave
look out the window and see the trees sway
stress gets them nothing, them souls of the breeze

addiction to travel he raises the mast
satisfied crunches of leaves under feet
now he’s a plane above green quilted landscape
the moon says hello as he flies for his dreams

you’ve given me tapes of your favourite music
grow old as your memories play in my car
adventures and echoes of sun ‘round the valley
Ferraris through forest roads feeling bizarre

kissing a girl who has stolen your soul
a blue heart shaped mark on her temple
pineapples scattered all over the floor
in a haze of the stardust it once did resemble

we are lost
we are home
we are lost
we are home

we are lost

– Timea Kiss