Painting Pictures of Egypt

I don’t want to leave here
I don’t want to stay
It feels like pinching to me Either way
And the places I long for the most
Are the places where I’ve been
They are calling out to me Like a long lost friend
It’s not about losing faith
It’s not about trust
It’s all about comfortable
When you move so much
And the place I was wasn’t perfect
But I had found a way to live
And it wasn’t milk or honey
But then neither is this
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt,
I’ve been leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things I’ve learned
Those roads were closed off to me While my back was turned!
The past is so tangible
I know it by heart
Familiar things are never easy
To discard
I was dying for some freedom
But now I hesitate to go
I am caught between the Promise
And the things I know
I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt,
I’ve been leaving out what it lacks
The future feels so hard,
And I wanna go back!
But the places that used to fit me,
Cannot hold the things I’ve learned
Those roads were closed off to me While my back was turned!
If it comes to quick
I may not appreciate it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?
And if it comes to quick
I may not recognize it Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?