Through the mist, through the rain
From our sheltering nest
Other places are calling our names
To the east, to the west,
Through the mist, through the rain

Home is where we belong
But we hear them again
Distant voices we’ve known all along
Like the missing refrain
From an old favourite song

And it seems, yes it seems
Live can be so much more
New adventures and friendships and dreams
Once we walk through the door
So it seems, so it seems

But no matter how clear,
How light-hearted we are
Home is waiting, and we reappear
Where is our lucky star?
Maybe there, maybe here...