This Must Be The Place
Tulip Fields Holland
Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
….
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It’s ok I know nothing’s wrong . . nothing
Home – is where I want to be
But I guess I’m already there
……
I can’t tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be . . . where I’ll be
…..
I’m just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I’m dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh…
~Talking Heads
Home is happiness, emotional, physical and mental isn’t it? With such a deep attachment to the place, or places we call home it is no wonder that we are so happy when we do go back. However there is also some ambivalence attached to “going home”, which can only be overcome by frequent visits so as not to get too disconnected from home.