Compasses

What I want sometimes
Is a roof somewhere
The same one each time
Like a real woman

Home, to be home
To be home
To be home

Like a black sea turtle
Swimming back
Sailors who sail
Without compasses

Right, to be right
To be right

If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I

If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I
If the stars stick why can't I