Lyrics by: Vitne | Music by: Vitne

Album: Endless Blue

 

A young boy sits alone

He always knew he'd grow up to leave home

It's his love he must follow

He moved away at eighteen

And all along was waiting

It's his love he must follow

 

I lie and dream this wondrous dream

And stare to the skies above

I've realized that I've got nothing left but love

For this place

 

Sitting the sand

Holding my daughter's hand

I feel overjoyed

There's really no place quite like here

In the past I neglected

But now I give it the respect it deserves

Home is really where the heart is

 

I wear my heart upon my sleeve

And shed a tear of joy

I've realized that I've got nothing left but love

For this place