The Drifter: April 2009

HEAVEN WHEN WE'RE HOME

THE WAILIN' JENNYS

Don't know what time it is,
I've been up for way too long
and I'm too tired to sleep.

I called my mother on the phone,
she wasn't home
and now I'm wandering the street.
I've been a fool and I've been cruel to myself.
I've been hanging onto nothing
when nothing could be worse than hanging on.
And something tells me
there must be something better than all this.
I've fallen many times in love
and every time it's been with the wrong man.
Still I'm out there living one day at a time
and doing the best I can.
'Cause we've all made mistakes
that seem to lead us astray.
But every time they helped to get us
where we are today.
And that's as good a place as any
and it's probably where we're best off anyway.
It's a long and rugged road
and we don't know where it's headed.
But we know it's going to get us where we're going.

And when we find what we're looking for,

we'll drop these bags and search no more.

'Cause it's going to feel like heaven when we're home.

It's going to feel like heaven when we're home.

There's no such thing as perfect
and if there is we'll find it when we're good and dead.

Trust me I've been looking,
but tonight I think I'll go and take a bath instead.

And then maybe I'll walk a while
and feel the Earth beneath me.

They say if you stop looking
it doesn't matter if you find it.

And who's to say that even if I did
it's what I'm really looking for?

It's a long and rugged road
and we don't know where it's headed.

But we know it's going to get us where we're going.

And when we find what we're looking for,
we'll drop these bags and search no more.