Home - Misty Miller
As I sit in my seat

I look for many lovers to meet

The occasional one walks by

I kinda find it fun to try to catch his eye

Make my way off the train

Start walking through the pouring rain

I find myself following the boy that was on the phone
See if she's waiting for him or he'll be alone

And I still don't

Know where to go

But I know

I'm on my way home

Make my way on the bus

Feels good to leave all the street fuss

Then I accidentally trip Jog
The lady from taking her orange juice sip

Go from warm to cold
Pass the houses inhabited by the old

Now Jack is freezing my extremities
Makes it ten times harder to find my keys

And I still don't

Know where to go
But I know

I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way home