I am a misfit. There is no place to call my home.
Wandering the world, on my own.
Alone but not lonely,
Because like the snail, I carry my home on my back.
The post cards from my travels
are written to me.
I am a misfit. There is no place to call my home.
Wandering the world, on my own.
Alone but not lonely,
Because like the snail, I carry my home on my back.
The post cards from my travels
are written to me.