A Place To Call Home by markjbennett published on 2012/10/02 09:50:09 +0000 I wanted to write a song about a sense of belonging, but not just about our place of birth since many people through circumstances of work, relationships and even political regimes find themselves making a home for themselves elsewhere. Sometimes we all need to know that we are wanted and welcome. Some places seem better than others at making people feel at home, by embracing a stranger without suspicion. All that remains, Are the shipyard gates, And skeletal cranes, Of a bygone age, And a long-gone industry. You cannot live on heritage alone, Sometimes you need a place to call home. On New Year's Eve, Ships' horns distant sound, Echo another time, Heralds a new dawn, Uncertain and unfamiliar. You cannot live on history alone, Sometimes you need a place to call home. Reinvention, Regeneration, With a garden party, Our cultural city, It lives to fight another day. You cannot live on optimism alone, Sometimes you need a place to call home. So in exile, Some forty-five miles, Just like a prodigal, I return occasionally, Feeling proud and respectfully, I cannot stay far away for too long, Sometimes you need a place to call home.