Home is where I'm going, but never coming Home is someplace I can't recall, but head for still. Across the waste of water I search for her, Dear blue land, show your blessed curve So tiny and only mine. No, no, you can't go home, she says, the world, where do you think you're going? We're not done with you. No, no, you can't go home, she says, the world, where do you think you're going? We're not done with you. The world is never done with you. The world wants her travelers to stay lost. The world swats their eyes as they run through it, She grasps at them, pulling and tugging, She grasps at them. No, no, you can't go home, she says, the world, where do you think you're going? We're not done with you. No, no, you can't go home, she says, the world, where do you think you're going? We're not done with you. The world is never done with you. Not you.