The Home Song

The birds fly south in November
But I go north in December
To see my family, they are nice to me
We eat and talk and drink coffee

And while I'm up there
I think, 'Maybe this is where I belong'
But when I get back home
I think, 'No, I was probably wrong'

This is the home song
This is the home song
This is the home song
This is the home song

They say home is where the heart is
You carry it with you, impossible to miss
Some people want to be like birds
And fly over Earth

But I want to be the whale
The whale goes places no one has ever been
The whale goes places no one has ever seen