Home Sweet Home?
You can go back but its never the same
In my twenties I moved away from home, a long way away
Across the ocean, but not planning to stay
Why did you leave New Zealand? Was it a task?
We hear it's a beautiful country, a nice place to live they ask
After two years away I'm tempted to return
I think I've the right and the passage I've earned
I'm looking forward to my old home and hearth
Family and friends and good old New Zealand earth
The old home is just a twenty hour flight away
And the family when they hear the news, shout hooray
Back to the good times, a pleasant memory
Family, pubs, beaches and surfing so carefree
I left the new friends with no promise to return
Could not wait for the sun and the down-under burn
To sample the beer and the great fish and chips
And roast lamb and Kiwi onion chip dips
The first week home was rounds of great parties
Everyone greeted me with much hales and hearties
But after a week, the bloom was gone from rose
Everyone had work and deals to close
Get together's dropped off, there were kiddies to care for
Pubbing, parties and good times were swept out the door
Alone with my thoughts my mind wandered back overseas
To my new friends who partied and pubbed with ease
Can you travel back home and expect to return?
To your old life and old ways and prereturn?
People change in time and tend to move on
Old lives end and new beginnings are then passed upon
One cannot go back to a past once enjoyed
And expect to be welcomed with arms overjoyed
People change and so do you
Time alters all, stands quite true
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