Looking for the other half of my pendant...

Home is where you're happy.
And where your deepest fantasies can be fulfilled.
Where you can chill out with your buddies,
...then stay in with your girl.
It's where your heart gets filled,
...from a long day hard at work...
Where the things are not quite your own...
...they're yours and your girl's both.

Home is where the heart is.
Or so the story goes...
...it's not a true place in the world...
Just a palace in your mind.
Home is not building...
...or a person... or a thing...
Home is where you want it...
...no where else for you to be.

I'm ageless now and trying to find my home place in the world...
I'm looking for a city or so, or some place to store my things...
I don't know what I'm looking for, so the search is quite a farse...
...but when I find it, I will know it, it will hit me in the face.

The search is never ending now... men with flashlights out for days
I'll stop looking tomorrow... then I'll see my fate in stars.
Home is a scary thing, if you don't know where to look.
I had it once, but now it's gone... my heart is searching for its whole.

Home is quite a simple thing...
And, for that matter, so is love...
For all we do and all we say,
We look for our other half to make us whole...