(draft / fragment)
Tomorrow I leave my home but where is my home?
one morning it's hope one eve despair is my home
we travel because our hearts are scattered in bits
both railroad track and the city's glare is my home
the people in houses have settled their lives are firm
I flew from the nest and now a snare is my home!
I've lived in apartments & basements houses & huts
seen not the manse of a millionaire as my home
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