I go to work most everyday
And stay home alone each night.
I wonder if that’s meant to be,
Or if I should just take flight?
To somewhere other than this place
I’d like to know?
Maybe where it’s warmer still,
Or maybe where there’s snow.
I wish I knew that special place
That God meant just for me.
Is it near the mountaintops
Or maybe by the sea?
But then I think if I did go
It might be just the same.
It wouldn’t change the atmosphere
It would only change the name.
So maybe it is not this place,
Maybe it’s just me.
So I think I’ll look inside myself
And see what I can see.