it was a different feeling

"Another summer day has come and gone away in Paris and Rome but I wanna go home...Maybe surrounded by a million people I still feel all alone. I just wanna go home. Oh I miss you, you know. And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you. Each one a line or two- “I’m fine baby, how are you?” Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough. My words were cold and flat and you deserve more than that. Another aerorplane, another sunny place...I’m lucky I know, but I wanna go home. I’ve got to go home! Let me go home! I’m just too far from where you are. I wanna come home. And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life-it’s like I just stepped outside when everything was going right and I know just why you could not come along with me but this was not your dream but you always believe in me!" I miss home so much and mostly the people there. I felt real and normal there, for once. I felt like I belonged. It was my home.