Response to Griot Defiance, Ohio

To the drifters!
In hopes that our paths cross again
To the homesick!
Home is when we do meet again

To the drifters!
In hopes that our paths cross again
To the homesick!
Home is when we do meet again

And our histories, and our futures
Our foundations, our hope
It's a way to never forget

And I'll say goodbye, and hope never to mean it
Our love and our hope, no nation or state can contain it

If you call me up drunk, at four in the morning
No matter the timezones or state lines away
I'll be on buslines or burning up phone cards
Just like I lived eight blocks away

And I'll say goodbye, and hope never to mean it
Our love and our hope, no nation or state can contain it