It does not make linear sense To miss that which I haven't lived through yet And yet, I'm still upset The sound will hark back to a space That collected a memory I can't trace It's not my place to claim How come I feel the same Way that you feel now when Your thoughts return to then? It's simpler to solidify A daydream at a point b in time Than to picture myself in seasons gone by Whenever I feel most alone Tender, I continue to pine for home Even when I'm already in my bed I lie in restlessness Home is another scented landscape in your head And the smell will hark back to a space That collected a memory I can't trace It's not my place to claim I want to feel the same Way that you feel now when Your thoughts return to then