Take Me Home.

The sun is a ball of fire as orange as the sun should be on an evening like this in a place a thousand miles from home. Pretty women walking by, eyes sharp as blade to look deep into my heart that I can't help but to fall in love with every one of them. Take me home, take me home. Take me to your mom so I can tell her what a beautiful daughter you've got here, ma'am, and that it would be a pity if she's not married to a Far-Eastern guy like me. I'll love her with every thing I've got and more. I'll take care of her the way you've taken care of her and more. Take me home, take me home before the sun goes down. 

When the sun goes down, I walk the street to pass by a kebab shop manned by a guy with a smile so friendly that it got me to buy a dozen lamb kebab to fill me up until late at night thinking; why bother going home when you've made up your mind that this is as far as we could go and no more. 

I take a shower and try to get some sleep but all I do is stare at the ceiling wondering what you're doing now or if you ever think about me the way I think about you which is all the time and more. But I know better there's no point thinking, about the things I'd want them to happen the way they should be, when I'm in a place a thousand miles from home. I know better too that I don't have a home no more when you decided this is as far as we could go and no more.

And so I decide to go farther, a million miles and more. To look at the sun bright orange as the sun can be in a place millions of miles from home. 

Don't take me home. Don't ever take me home again. I know better that there's no such thing as home when I can't have you.