marche-loves-henry

Walk out the door, Have to clear my head, Have to get away. I walk further and further, Until I don't know where I am. I look around at all the faces, I don't recognise anyone I see. I cry out, but no one seems to hear me. I go to more places, Without much luck. No one seems to care, About someone down in the dumps. I wander into a new town, A strange new place, Somehow comforting, Somehow nice. And when I speak, I'm met replies. And though I just got here, Somehow I know, That this new, strange place Is my brand new home.