Sphere of Living

Bell rings, my work week ends
Tear down, load up again
Finally towards home I go
One minute down, a million to go
I push past this isolation
Even if it's my creation
I arrive and shut my door
What I wouldn't give for this to be the norm

I don't want to go
No place feels like home
Traveling with no real direction
It seems I have no where to go
No real home
Traveling with no real direction
On this road I go

I arrive home but not for too long
Sometimes I feel my stay is a pop song
Way too quick and only the best bits
Fantasy as long as time permits
But I keep fighting that good fight
Halfway there, I see the light
This will soon be a memory
Of how things used to be

This house is whеre my heart lies
I feel a hundrеd miles away
Each time I leave, a little me dies
I wish I could say I'll stay

I don't want to go
No place feels like home
Traveling with no real direction
It seems I have no where to go
No real home
Traveling with no real direction
On this road I go

My car starts, my vision blurs
I dream of a setting that we'd both prefer
Don't go, please stay x2

Here I go again, on this winding winding road
And I know, it has to be at least for now