The windows on the east side look into the sky,
The windows on the west, they open to the road.
You open up the west side windows and realize,
It's your favorite time of day, when everything is yellow.
You are at home,
When you are at home,
Wherever you go,
You're not alone.
I live in a state of movement, always rolling ever forward,
And baby, you made your home there, and built a nest in all the spinning.
You wake up every day, you make your own way.
You're grateful for the times you've had so far.
Ever moving forward, your pain will pass away.
You never lose sight of where you are.
You are at home,
When you are at home,
Wherever you go,
You're not alone.