Why I do what I do?
Why I must travel to a distant land,
Far from the home I love.

Once, I was happily content to be
As I was, where I was,
Close to the people who are close to me,
Here in the home I love.

Who could see that a man would come
Who would change the course of my dreams?
Helpless now, I stand with him,
Watching older dreams grow dim.

Oh, what a melancholy choice this is,
Wanting home, wanting him.
Closing my heart to every hope but his,
Leaving the home I love.

There, where my heart has settled long ago,
I must go. I must go.
Who could imagine I'd be wandering so
Far from the home I love.

Yet, there with my love, I'm home