Fairground rides and inner city lights and I'm already homesick
Passers-by, a numbness in their eyes, slowly losing touch with magic
This same routine, from day to day
Concrete walls blocking the sun from their face
The city is no friend of freedom
Rainproof coats and mud track roads and I'm already lonely
Towns that go as far as you could throw with no-one there to know me
This same routine, just getting by
Deprived of the motion of life
The country is no place to build a kingdom
Between every place that ever I've called home, I'm torn
The world's too big to know where to belong
Work-filled days, surviving separate ways, all spending life together
From fields of maize to little cafes, people of the world prosper
Same old routine, for everyone
Learning what we should become
Enduring life and finding out it goes on
Every place on earth the wind may choose to blow, people grow
We find ourselves a little lost in the search for some home
And between every place that I have called my own, I'm torn
The world's too big to know where to belong
The world's too big to know where I belong