I was born in the City of Toronto
Given on the third of July
Beneath the stars and satellites
And the ceiling in my room and I would cry
Saying Mother do you know where I've been hiding?
Father, do you know where I've been?
In the autumn under the maple tree
These shoes are getting too small for my feet
It won't be long before I'm on my own
And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites
Will always bring me home
Brother do you know what I've been wishing
I would let the time fly by if I could
Because my eyes have always tried
To see much further then my mind has understood
21 years old and I'm worried
That I might never take the time I need
Because my hair has always been so
Much older then my shoulders can believe
It won't be long before I'm gone it's true
And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites
Will always see us through
It won't be long before I'm on my own
And I'm hoping that the stars and satellites
Will always bring me home will always bring me home
