You wake up in your 20s, in the jungle, off on adventures,

Far from home

Before you know it, you are living in your parent’s basement, renting

Back but not home.

All of a sudden you get married, move into someone else’s basement,

Close to home.

The sounds of the landlord above, no control over heat, the dogs and snakes,

It’s not your home.

Get home.

You save, you search, you plan, you dream, you rage, you hope.

Get home

Then one day you stumble through a door, look out the window to your garage, it’s your home.

And it doesn’t have a basement.

Get Home.