It seems I'm always going, here to here and there to here. It doesn't seem to matter much which way I go today, it's always, always going, and never coming home. Not sure where home really is anymore, if ever I can say I was. Today I strike a new direction, one I've not gone before. Far as the stop is on the other end, it does promise I can stay a while. But despite the distance or duration, I'm ever caught between the going and the coming home.