I was born in the city of Toronto,nGiven on the third of July.nBeneath the stars and the satellitesnAnd the ceiling of my room, I would cry.nnSaying, Mother, do you know where I've been hiding?nFather, do you know where I've been?nIn the yard, under the maple tree.nThese shoes are getting too small for my feet.nnAnd it won't be long before I'm on my own.nAnd I'm hoping that the stars and satellites nWill always bring me home.nnBrother, do you know what I've been wishing?nThat I would let the time fly if I could,n'Cause my eyes have always tried nTo see much further then my mind has understood.nnTwenty-five-years-old and I'm worried nThat I might never take the time I need,n'Cause my head has always been nSo much older then my shoulders can believe.nnNo, it won't be long before I'm gone,nIt's true.nAnd I'm hoping that the stars and the satellitesnBring me home to you.