I’m homesick for places I haven’t yet seen.
My eyes crave beauty of sights I’ve not see.
Places unpronounceable are calling my name,
a fire I can’t see warms me with its flame,
My feet walk the same path when I leave and come back,
Where once there was nothing,
I’ve worn down a track.
My ears they get tired of the same boring noise,
I’m homesick for places away from my own.
You can tell me I’m crazy but I’ll never forget,
I’m homesick for places I haven’t been yet.