Love sickness brings home sickness,
Where a warm meal can comfort.
Where someone who you know,
Who loves you, who tells you,
"Everything will be alright."

If "Home is where the heart is,"
Then I'm homeless.
I gifted all the copies of my keys
So I had to leave the door open.
I've been ransacked, stripped clean;
Not a single memento remains.
It seems squatters have taken over.

I have nothing left to do
But move on, and rebuild.
This time I'll never loose heart.
This time, the only way to get in
Will be a secret knock.