Home & Home Again

Learning the sunrise and lying awake Turning the burner, and cooking an egg Further from home, I'm living away Furthered the phone, it's slipping away Passively funny, when coming to the bank Used the last of my money Maybe one bill's paid Used the last of my money And one bill's paid Now I'm unsure, and surely, it'll stay If I return, is this turn a mistake With all of my measurements drawn in a day I'm cursing the person I've turned to today What a blank I recall, then calculate I've been sitting out Leaning on the sill with grout "What about the past that passes you?" That's the path that I've pattered to Now I slap my head And my hair is a mess Ow, I slapped my head Shivering and shaken Vigorously angry cases Of the ups and downs, I hate it And the places that I chose In the places that I choose With the what-what that I know And who-who that you do I'm given an opportunity And it's then seen once Under a soft linen amenity I'm betting that there's "much" Cause I said it's a "bunch" And that one time it was one So now what once was Is what will always be So when I wonder What's under the sheet The bunch is a number at least one to me In hope and faith That there's much more to see This is me But when I overthink Now, I am home and the steady path is crawled Dusting the trail To ensure I'm still on With a change of heart Change in head, change in song Change in hand, the place, It's a total different nod I'd tip my hat, But I haven't had one on Now the path of past Is pattern like song