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From the recording Dancin' In The Kitchen

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Lynn Drury - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Ric Robertson - bass, guitar, morrocan guitar
Sam Fribush - synthesizers

Written by Lynn Drury
Produced by Lynn Drury
Recorded at Ric Robertson home studio
MIxed by Ben Lorio
Mastered by Pete Lyman Mastering

Lyrics

My home is always moving, my face against the sun
waving in the wind 'neath the belly of a gun
My home is just a target weighs heavy on my back
No human can afford this wasteland
Hope is like a light buried deep beneath the sea
shimmering in darkness but one day the world shall see

Home is always moving through the tops of trees
Another resolution and they'll chop us to our knees
This land is your land but was it always so
waiting for the savior to let my people go
Hope is just a diamond a sparkle in the sand
This "problem" speaks my lips I do not understand
why home is always moving
home is always moving
home is always moving

I dreamed this land would rise up out of it's cave
hands like mountains shielding us from all the pain
and swallowing the evil men and the promises they've made
my dreams are just the cries on the unwritten page
fierce like lions guarding all good
and then the ground breaks open where your children's children stood

Home is always moving across the borderline
Fierce like lions waiting for our time
Home is always moving across the borderline
Fierce like lions waiting for our time
Our time
Hope is like a light buried deep beneath the sea
shimmering in darkness but one day the world shall see