Home Xavier Rudd

Streets full of people
With trinkets to share
Offering them up for folks in despair
Yandi and crystals and oils for growth
Of spirit and body and mind as we go

Emphasis placed on the body and mind
The heart os often somewhere behind
Strange

Tiny little bones of the innocent child
Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes
Is her innocence in tact?
Or has it been stained?
Has the creature that feeds her taken it away
Strange
So sad it's strange

I recognize my health
Things i have been dealt
Places that i have roamed
Feelings i've had
Things that i know

Home, my home
Home, my home
Home, i'm home