Where I call home
Beside the roads
orange soldier's guide the way.
On damp days the smell of wet concrete
makes its way up into my nose.
On cold days stormy air filters its way around
And makes its way to where The black eyed
Fantail sits on the tree tops.
From in the car I see mountains
They send a shiver down my spine.
At the end of a long day I crouch
Down by the
On a cold winter's night .
That's where I call home