A month has gone longing for
A house that was a home
With aching teeth of coral reef
To swallow up the whole
A beach of amber glinting past
A shiny glimpse of soul
With graying hair from temples vast
And never yes or no

Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no

They pick and pick to make us sick
A microscopic toad
A mind miasma sticking quick
A bit too fast to hold it off
Before the fog has settled in
I focus on the cold
This day of beating wind
Reminded me of home

Of home, of home
Of home, of home
Of home, of home
Of home, of home
Of home, of home
Of home, of home