I Feel Home (Again)

We've got to make band practice
So we run faster than the train;
No need for subway tunnels to roam
When we can almost feel home

Going back home again
Walking over blocks with my friend;
Waiting at the light we stood
I can feel home in my neighborhood

We thought our thoughts would never go stale
But we ran right into a hail;
It's only a few avenues
Until we will be home

Going back home again
Writing over blocks with my friends;
Waiting at the light we stood
I can feel home in my neighborhood

Flesh made red by cold;
Felt hollow, but we ran bold
A runny nose, and tearing eyes;
Cold but forgotten home feeling cries