To the drifters! in hopes that our paths cross again to the homesick! home is when we do meet again
Our histories, our futures, our foundations, are hope it's a way to never forget
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