When darkness is

Mixing with

Fear;

When things are not as they

Appear;

When things get

Weird, and the soul needs

Fixing;

When inertia

Kicks in, and a dead-end

Route teen begins haranguing you

In your dreams;

When your schemes are pounding

Floorboards in the mud,

And no matter how much

Blood you smoke,

You just can't take it anymore,

Do what I always do.

Head off

Into the dónde.

"Where I Belong" was my mother's favorite song of mine.  Perhaps because it's innocent, in spite of itself.

Thanks for listening.

Where I Belong

where I belong
I can't go wrong
where I belong
I'm always strong
where I belong
I'll sing my song
where I belong
it won't be long

where I belong
the girls are nice
no frozen fish
no bags of ice
where I belong
a friendly place
no drunk machines
no human race

where I belong
she's not there
none of her friends
are anywhere
where I belong
it's just me
a jug of wine
& Miss McPhee

where I belong
there's no more death
no more lust
no crystal meth
no cattle prods
no baseball bats
no 'lectric fence
no dirty RATS

where I belong
we can all smoke weed
it won't be weird
it won't be a need
where I belong
we're just friends
happy times
will never end

where I belong
there is no wrong
where I belong
I'm dead & gone
where I belong
I'll sing my song
it won't be long
where I belong

©Nathan Payne
October 2011