A summer evening, I walk past the windows,
a baby crying, and someone's cooking dinner.
There's laughter on the TV,
and someone's learning the violin.

And how that home appeals at times like this
I feel that I would like to live like anybody else in one place.
And I could be happy and fulfilled in one place.

So I get the map out and I draw a line of where we've been,
and it goes through sea and sky.
Twenty five planes this year and it's only July.

This is not some bible like "On The Road",
it's just a song about coming home,
and whether I could live like anybody else in one place.
And I could be happy and fulfilled in one place.

But you know that I have found
I'm happiest weaving from town to town,
and you know Bruce said we should keep moving around
and maybe we all get too tied down,
I don't know. I don't know.

Happy to be home, but still I'm happy to be home.

In the end, if you take care,
you can be happy (or unhappy) anywhere,
and I think we maybe all rely too much on one place.
Though I never would deny the need for one place.


『One Place』 Everything But The Girl