Home

Gone are the days when things were planned

Our every step was clear

The word began at our front door

And ended in Carbonear

The world was our playground

As we laughed and made mud pies

So carefree and unaware

While lost in starry skies

Through the years we began to grow

Into responsible young human beings

We learned to care for ourselves

And actually make sense of things

Now we gaze off into the darkness

And realize it never stops

We are small, insignificant creatures

In a world of ambiguous plots

Worry fills our heads now
As we venture out from home

So much to discover

New responsibilities of our own

See, the time has come to go

To leave this vulnerable shore

The darkness holds for us a mystery

Of faith, decision, and more

Wherever life can take me

I will always wander back

To a tiny fishing community

Where nothing did I lack

Oh, how I will miss the certainty

And the warmth felt in your hold

I'll always be a bay man

In my mind, my heart, my soul