Wild Heart

Dreams are filled with destinations as your heart's owned by the road.
Stop making 9 to 5 wages,
cause your body belongs to the 4 wall prison in your house.
Covered by the maps and photographs of holographic paradise.
Every-time you close your eyes,
your wild heart cries out!
To be satisfied.

After saving up and getting the one way ticket out.
A two wing mechanical bird to take your dreams up off the ground.
A level four walled prison is where you now wait,
as the wind starts to blow those maps and photographs to space.
Reminiscing for a moment, the things you left behind.
When a cab calls you up, and says it's time.

You 're 28.
You backpacked all the way to the USA,
the place where dreams are made or laid to waste.
But you had your chance and you won't let it slip away.
You've been there for a number of years,
and living is just as hard as it used to be, as it used to be back here.
Calls and messages from your family saying,
"We hope you finally found your dreams"
As a tears starts to draw the feelings of your Wild Heart, missing home.
Missing home.
Missing home!

Missing home!

You're home!

It's about time.