The Place Where I Feel Most Like Me

I'd like to think I don't have roots yet
Still some traveling in me
Should have worn back packs through Europe
Back when I turned 23
There's still islands and the Orient and Temples, I'm sure
Places you go, to learn who you are
Got to keep looking
And someday I'll be in the place where I feel most like me

I could be cooking in Paris and needing nobody at all
I could move back to my hometown
Meet a good man and we'd fall in love
We'd have family and birthdays and cars
Never concerned about who we are
A life that's so stable and nice
Could it be a place where I feel most like me?

I can't help wishing I could stay right here
Not moving, not rushing, just breathing in air
Not thinking, not worrying, just look to the sea
The place where I feel most like me