Lyrics Is This Home? - Matt Pryor

Is This Home?

Every time the circus came to town
The flying, then upside down
Doesn’t mean that much to me
But I know at the end of every day
He doesn’t hang his head in shame
He knows who he’s supposed to be
The world keeps spinning and I feel like I’m standing still
Life’s proving quite the bitter pill
Every time the farmer tills his soil
The murderers dig for oil
You can call it what you will
Both bury hands deep in earth
They know what the land is worth
And just who they have to kill
Tossing and turning and I can’t ever get to sleep
Maybe this person isn’t me
Is this home?
Maybe this is not the place for me
We could roam and see what of the world there is to see
Am I alone?
Not as along as I’ve got all of you
Now I know exactly what the world wants me to do