I can never decide how I feel about home. When I say home, I am meaning my hometown. Everyone has a hometown. I wasn’t born here, I didn’t really grow up here, but Regina is it for me. I love home and always will, but each time I return to it, it feels more awkward than before. I feel less attached to the lifestyles, to the places, to the people. So music helps…

This is my prairie, this is my home
And I’ll make a stand here, and I’ll die alone.
They can drill, and they can mine on my smoldering bones
This is my prairie, this is my home
– Corb Lund, This is My Prairie

Nobody cares how much money you have
If you’ve got enough to get in a cab
There’ll be drinks on the house if your house burns down
If you saw my band in the early days
Then you understand why we moved a way
But you’ll hold a grudge any way
There’s a reason that I love this town
– Joel Plaskett, I Love This Town

I am a nomad – a wanderer; I have nowhere to lay my head down.
There’s no point in putting roots too deep when I’m moving on.
I’m not settling for this unsettling town.
My heart is filled with songs of forever –
Of a city that endures, where all is made new.
I know I don’t belong here; I’ll never
Call this place my home, I’m just passing through.
– Thrice, In Exile