My Way Back Home

A ballerina in Phoenix
 The pines up north
 The sunrise from a highway
 That was not there before
 If I can place it all together
 Make out the nature of the call
 I start to feel the love and the silence
 That was always at the root of it all
 And in my constant quest for truth
 I am condemned to facts alone
 And though my dreams all lead me nowhere
 I won't forget my way back home
 From the corner of a coffee shop
 Or from the center of a stage
 From the words used in a love note
 Or from an empty page
 While I struggle with these beauties
 And my renditions end up dry
 I'm like a bird that crashes into the window
 That was drawn to the reflection of the sky
 And the more I try to speak
 The more I lose that earthly tone
 And before heaven proves me hopeless
 I won't forget my way back home
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 I admit that these answers that I seek
 Are all to questions I've never known
 But I pray to keep on looking for as long as I can roam
 And when the world finally fulfills me
 I will not forget my way back home