Pilgrim

He's gotta go somewhere
Where he can wear nice shirts
Where nobody makes fun
When he wants to look nice

He's got a suitcase
Full of old stories
And a broken-down yearbook
All the pages unsigned

They all said, 'Go, run away'
But he overstayed
To make his point

Now they don't make planes fast enough
To get him away
To get him far away

Guess he's just a pilgrim
Just another pilgrim
Trying to find a home

Feels like going sailing
Feels like he's misplaced
Feels like bright lights
Don't belong on him

Found a little one-room
Made a little home
Mom said call home when you get there
But he's waiting until
The shake shakes out of his voice

He has to keep reminding himself
This is what he wants
This is who he is
This is where he can be
A breathing member of society

And everyone else around him
Seems right at home

He's never felt so at peace
And yet so alone

Maybe it's a storm
That'll pass in time
Maybe he's just used to being kicked around

Maybe somebody
Forgot to tell him something
Before he took off

Did his dad whisper stay?
Did his mom want to say something
Before she decided to let him go?

Or is he just a pilgrim
Wandering through minefields
Will there ever be a day
He can put his suitcase down?

Does it get any easier?
To wake up in a box of light
Knowing that just last night
You started all over again

Maybe if there's love here
And he can find a square of it
He'll remember why
He bid good-bye
To what he knew

He's gotta keep on going
Either up and down
Or right or wrong
Until he finds
Where he belongs

He's just a pilgrim
What else can he do?