Home is calling me.
Gray light, stormy skies
Transport me to a place
Thousands of miles from here
Here is not home.
I feel Big River calling me
Outcast. Bullied.
The school where the dog bit me.
Ladder Lake sea wall
Had no business in
The middle of the prairie
Transformers and 300 channels on the 10 foot satellite dish
Small town, small lives
I feel Saskatoon calling me
Pushing limits
Diet Pepsi taste drive
After track practice
Nothing has ever tasted so good
New father, new brothers
Do they ever get out of my space?
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