Home - Xavier Rudd

Streets full of people

With trinkets to share

Offering them up for folks in despair

Yandi and crystals and oils for growth

Of spirit and body and mind as we go

Emphasis placed on the body and mind

The heart os often somewhere behind

Strange

Tiny little bones of the innocent child

Lookin up at me with the saddest of eyes

Is her innocence in tact?

Or has it been stained?

Has the creature that feeds her taken it away

Strange

So sad it’s strange

I recognize my health

Things i have been dealt

Places that i have roamed

Feelings i’ve had

Things that i know

Home, my home

Home, my home

Home, i’m home

Running through the bush

And all of the trees

Moving in time with my capable speed

Skippy ants claw

At the edge of the bowl

Of the shell of an egg

Of bird long since gone

Maybe it rose up

To spread it’s new wings

Or maybe it nourished

A stronger sibling

Strange

Places we roam

And people we meet

Some connections are strong

And some of them are weak

1 or 2 or 3 or 4

Or maybe 5 or 6 or more

Strong as the roots

Of a big old gum tree

And we’ll carry them through

To the next life we see

Strange

So beautifully strange

Recognize my health

Things that i have been dealt

Places that i have roamed

Feelings i’ve had

Things that i know

Home, my home

Home, my home

Home, i’m home