Expat

Expat - Camber

Bathed warm in sepia tone

Filtered through time

Still not half grown

Framed memories of summertime

Endless and safe

Still skin and bone

Years before the nest was flown

Airbrushed sublime truth still unknown

Before the first curve was thrown

It calls you to come back home

Sentiment now long since gone

Life in it's prime eats up it's own

What once was a stepping-stone enthralls you

You can't go home

Come back home

Come back home

Come back home

Can't go home