It was in the winter of my life, and the man I met along the road were my only summer
Three years down the line of being on an endless worldtour, and my memories of them were the only thing that substained me.
I had visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked my why,
but there is no use in talking to people who have a home
They have no idea what it is like to seek safety in outher people.
For home to be where-ever you lay your head
the lyrics that will always live in my head an make me feel home again
The overthinking 