temples and prisons Wanderlust makes me nostalgic I'm not sure what for I've only ever wanted a cave for as long as I can remember Even when I was little and I thought I'd be an astronaut I wanted my bubble in the sky Maybe I'm nostalgic for the wanderers who wanted to take me with them I sat in Saint Paul's cave Saint Paul, the hermit In the oldest monastery in the world, in the deserts of Sinai Everywhere I've been to, I never wanted to be Not against my will but not with it I think wanderers want to go home I never left home. Even when I packed up and disappeared. Distance can make things closer in your heart and clearer in your mind And closeness can blur your understanding The only real choice I've ever made is to stay |