People You Know

Little wanderer,
with your head in your hands
say you've got no place to go
well here I am, here I am
saying that its different than before

Little traveler,
with your feet over feat
say you've got one out the door
well here I am, here I am
saying that you'll never make it home

So please don't go away for long
You might never make it home
There's nothing wrong
with wanting you, wanting you
for myself, for myself
you might never make it home
no you'll never make it home
to the people you know