Whistle

I never travelled too far I never caught a shooting star One day, I almost saw the lights of Hong Kong But that’s not where I belong Slaloming between the cars Drinking from an empty jar I tried to use a different tongue Before I found where I belong I just wanted to stay there Standing at the top of the stairs I just wanted to stand there Watching people walk in pairs I’d like to end it here No one’s gonna push me anywhere I know that I am not wrong When I say this is where I belong