AEUA - Cool Home DZ
I've tasted the dust of a Texas plain
Felt the Asian monsoon, the welcome of rain
I've jumped the green Alps, so high and so deep
And woke up in Africa from a desert sleep
My logbook is filled with the names and the faces
With strange coordinates and foreign bases
And every time I'd pack my gear to go
A quiet voice inside began to grow
Cause nowhere feels the same as this home air
Through all the continents, I've been there
From Arizona's heat to Spanish shores
I just keep coming back to where my heart is for
