Walking Home

Walking home, walking, From the school, talking. The sun will shoot beams across the sky when I get home. Don't ask me why. Home is where the heart is, It cures you from bore-ness. To the home beyond the roam, Oh, it's good to be home. Skippin' till dark, skipping, From the park, lipping. The moon tonight will shine so bright, When I get home, so hang on tight. Home is where the heart is, It cures you from bore-ness. When in Rome, Back at home. Oh, it's good to be home. Running back, running, From the library, shushing. The sun at noon will turn to dawn, When I get home, let us bond. Home is where the heart is, It cures you from bore-ness. Back to my dome, back at home. Oh, it's good to be home.