when i was a little child my momma rocked me in her arms
at five i’d been from old new york way down to mexico
we never stopped in one place twice, i’d been around the world three times
when i was sixteen i was still the new kid

growing up it sure was hard, life didn’t match the fairytales
moving back and forth made me confused, worn out and tired
but there was still a place to go, we packed our bags and headed home
to where my parents grew up, where their lives had begun

Chorus
play switch me up and spin me around
this spinning leaves me upside down
this place which i am living in i cannot call my home
i’m reaching up to touch the sun
i’m on the road that i’ve begun
play switch me up and spin me around

then one day i was on my own, i didn’t know where to call home
i’m in between the worlds of here and there, of now and then
so i made do with what’s around and questioned everything i found
i wonder if there really is a place that’s truly home

i can’t remember all that was, sometimes i felt like giving up
living like that left some scars i’m sure
but i would not trade all those days for something that did not take place
it is the road i’ve traveled, i thank God for who i am

i’m glad that life’s not up to me, cause if it were i’d probably be
someone who hasn’t known the downs and outs, the crap of life
but as it is i search for home and find that i am not alone
there’s others trying to make sense of life’s inequities

there are glimmers of the master weaver’s plan
when i think of all the things that i’ve been through
and as i observe the ways of mice and men
there is hope in our tapestry’s creation

i’m going out beyond the shores
to join in the exultant sound
i’m going up a-yonder
to be with my lord