home is pure

for a time, you really just kind of wish
the ifs ands or buts and what ifs
had all come true and you're set on anew
and you're glamming it up on 5th avenue

that they hired you for the show on mtv
and you're in new york for all to see
and then there's a record deal with the show
and a jet so there's everywhere you could go

but you sigh and you blink and you find out soon
you were dreaming in class just like a buffoon
you feel like nothing's working out great
was it destiny? fortune? luck? or fate?

there's no lesson to learn, just a simple sigh
you were going so low but were riding so high
but no matter wherever you might be for sure
you're always at home, and home is so pure.