JG3O: There and Back Again

I see the storm clouds – gathering –  

behind your  eyes.

The distant rumble of thunder 

resounds in your skies. 

I feel the air pressing 

heavy on your soul. 

The lightning flashes crackling, 

nearer and nearer they go.   

You can't help yourself -

consumed by your storm.

I wanna be like the wind - 

blow the clouds away.

But I can't, oh no I can't.

I feel the rage is gathering 

behind your eyes. 

The distant echoes foreshadow 

your thundering cries. 

But I can't, oh no I can't.

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Your swelling clouds give way now 

to great big drops of pain. 

Their trickle, ever faster, 

sounds like a moving train.  

I wanna be like the waters 

- wash the pain away. 

I want you to feel my strength, 

thrust your worries aside.   

And I can,  Oh, yes I can!   

Your storm subsides, slowly. 

Your clouds part their ways. 

And in the wake of lightning, 

shines a brand new day.   

See, I can,  Oh, yes I can.  

Time to go, time to fly.  

I hope we land on our feet.  

Hope the landing will be soft.   

Time for you, 

time for me 

to soar 

I hope there's wind beneath our wings 

and that nothing never ever brings us down.   

Fly and fly, 

all through the sky 

soaring through the clouds. 

  Let me tell you of a man of charm. 

His deep green eyes'll light your soul on fire 

and your heart's desire overrun.   

You will never be the same, 

never love another man again.   

You’ll be hypnotized by his catlike eyes.

Soul on fire, with deep desire. 

You will do things you never dreamed of,   

and you will never be the same, 

never love another man again.  

Hypnotized by his catlike eyes.

hypnotized by his catlike eyes.

Soul on fire, with deep desire. 

You will do things you never dreamed of,   

and you will never be the same,

You say it isn’t fair how 

they've got what you don't.

You say that we should care and

they've got to atone.

You like to call for change yet

you just stay the same

You think that you know better and

you know who to blame.

If you could only take, well,

everything you see.

Surely you'd be happy if

you could get it all for free.

But don't you see that others

blame you for their lot

they want you to change

and take the things you've got.

Meanwhile people do

things you wanted to

create your life for you

while you just say 

you've got a better way.

You may want a change made,

you may think it fair

to keep demanding action while

sitting in your chair.

But if you incite change 

come-violent from without,

you may not get more -

you may get put out.

It's not esasy to be happy,

it takes doing sometimes.

Feels good to blame others

demand handouts and change.

But change doesn't come.

Change.

Change doesn't come.

Change.

Change doesn't come.

Change.

Change doesn't come.

I've got a friend called wandering Jon.

He's been wondering far too long.

He would always seize the day

then pick up and go away.

He's got friends in every port,

sowing seeds of good rapport.

Rowing every day along

to recount his tales in song.

Going on, on, and on.

On his way for so long.

Wandering Jon.

I've got a friend called Wandering Jon

though he'd wonder all along

and roam and roam and roam around

he was always homeward bound.

Going on, on, and on.

On his way for so long.

Wandering Jon.

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Now he’s set up two homes 

- in his heart and where he roams. 

Still he's always on his way, 

never too far does he stray.   

Not  too far does he go on 

he was gone for so long 

Wandering Jon.  

 There's no place like home 

- wherever I may roam, 

always feel alone when I'm not with you.

This house is nice and all, 

the garden quaint and small. 

Though it may fill my soul  

and embrace me whole

it's just not you.   

There's no place like home 

everywhere we roam 

I can feel at home

because my home is you.   

Your native lands inspire 

- calm rivers rolling hills 

where sunsets set on fire 

all those autumn leaves

you sometimes call home.  

There's no place like you. 

And when you are here 

with our smiling boy all feels like it should.   

We lived far and wide, 

rolling with the tide. 

A continuous ride. 

Following our fates  

- entwined so well. 

(making everywhere home.)   

There's no place like home.

Everywhere we roam

I can feel at home 

– because my home is you.