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Homesick is hard when you don’t know*
Just where it is that you call home.

I don’t know how this roof’s going to hold.
It’s oh so cold.
It’s been snowing too hard I fear.
Yes, I know that it’s pretty here,
And the air is clear.
But the years aren’t passing fast enough this way.
Maybe you can save me now.
I’m not sure how.
I’m calling out for that
I’m crying out for that.

Homesick is hard when you don’t know
Just where it is that you call home.

There’s a place that the old man knows,
Where the moon sits low,
Where he sits and thinks things through.
I have asked him if to think of you.
It may come true.
Been hoping that he might wish you here today.
Or maybe he can lead me home,
And not alone.
I’m calling out for that.
I’m calling out for that.

Homesick is hard when you don’t know
Just where it is that you call home.
So hold me close and don’t let go,
Cause through it all, I love you so.

Holy riders from days gone by,
Come back through time.
Come find me, come quickly, come hear the words I say.
May the world be kind to you.
And Jackson, too.
That’s all I’m asking for.
That’s all that I’m crying for.
That's all I'm praying for.
Homesick is hard.
Homesick is hard.
Homesick is hard.