I’m watching the world from my window;
I’m wearing my heart on my sleeve.
I’m waiting for someone to call go,
But I can’t seem to subtly leave.
We’re ready, we’re packed and we’re moving.
They cannot stop the train on the track.
Reports have come back disapproving,
But we can’t seem to find our way back.
This life has a love for adventure.
Though our funding is little and slim.
Our dreams; they soar like an albatross ventures,
Beyond all our worries of grim.
I cannot wait to call you my home.
No matter near or far; wherever we may roam.