In Two Places

I’m torn between two places

One foot in the high desert.

The other in the forest.

My heart stretches across the thousands of miles that separate the two.

And I swear as this metal bird flies through the sky

I can feel my heart growing thinner.

I want desperately to be in a familiar place

Surrounded by those loving faces.

But I also want to be there.

There with these new friends

This brand new family.

But I’ve got no choice and I’m halfway home.

And the miles are growing wider

And my heart is growing thinner.

But no matter where I go

A piece o my heart will always be

In the high humid hills with them.