When the sun goes down,
I'll be on my way,
there is nothing that anyone,
will be able to say,
my things are packed,
and my mind is set,
for the trip ahead of me,
and people unmet,
I will make my way home,
over the distance that's there,
I will travel by night,
with the world unaware,
I will go to a place,
where I know I'll be free,
where the people care,
and love me for me,
surrounded by friends,
that I never should have left,
and be in my own way of life,
not just be a guest,
I need to go back,
I need to learn where I stand,
and be in the place,
that made me who I am...