| We pack up our gear
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| And we’re gone again
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| Driven by passion, outward
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| Away from family and friends
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| But what they can’t see
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| Is that every day I’m drowning in a sea
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| Of faces that I miss so desperately
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| With each flashing countenance
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| A torrent of emotion, joy, and memories
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| The people I’ve grown to love so deeply
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| Throughout the years
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| I’ve chosen a big family
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| And the weight of their absence
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| Has brought me more than once to tears
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| I wake from sleep violently
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| Only to witness those lives and faces
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| Disappear slowly behind me
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| (I'm drowning)
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| Again I’m pulled back into deep waters
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| Washed further away from my sisters and brothers
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| Am I truly living a dream
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| When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep?
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| How am I to stay the course, to remain bold
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| When all those my heart longs for
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| Remain firmly anchored at home
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| Am I truly living a dream
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| When the only time I spend with you is in my sleep?
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| With every «it's-been-awhile"embrace
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| I wish it could last an eternity
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| Silently praying for the courage to say
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| «Oh G-d, how I’ve missed you!
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| I’ve seen you in my sleep!
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| We were laughing, crying, joking
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| You know, the way it used to be
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| Back when we younger and all that much more free
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| I just hope you see that nothing’s changed between you and me
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| No matter the time we’ve spent apart
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| I know it’s not always easy to show it
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| But please believe that I carried you in my heart
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| That you were with me through every mile
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| I could have sworn I saw your phantom standing in the aisle!»
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| It seems you already know what I’m thinking
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| And that, even after all this time
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| Some things still do go without saying
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| We savored the taste of our sweet youth
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| And now, with calloused hands, gather the remaining fruit
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| To go any farther, we must endure further pains
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| Skinned, mashed, and finally strained
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| Fermenting in the time spent away
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| Only to return with a fine vintage
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| To cheers to the health of those who stayed |