How can I hope to make you understand Why I do what I do? Why I must travel to a distant land, Far from the home I love. Once, I was happily content to be As I was, where I was, Close to the people who are close to me, Here in the home I love. Who could see that a man would come Who would change the course of my dreams? Helpless now, I stand with him, Watching older dreams grow dim. Oh, what a melancholy choice this is, Wanting home, wanting him. Closing my heart to every hope but his, Leaving the home I love. There, where my heart has settled long ago, I must go. I must go. Who could imagine I'd be wandering so Far from the home I love. Yet, there with my love, I'm home