They don’t know, but home is where I’m going.
But can I leave this place, a place of so many loves?

What I love most is the night sky glowing
And the cutting cold streets warmed by patched gloves.

Lets put our hands together and repair
A city that has taken care of me

During the October baseball affair,
And the sacked quarterbacks being gutsy.

But, more free than a lion out of cage?
At a crossroad in a penalty box.

I cannot leave my team. Bang bang I’ll rage!
Nowhere to go but home with these roadblocks.

The road in the mirror, I must back up
But, home is forward and very close up