So if you ride to the corner, to the mountains, the sea,
there's not a place in this world that I won't be.
Wherever you travel and wherever you roam,
just know, my sweet child, you will always be home.

Home begins as a parent's arms, and as the child in this story grows up, home then has grass, and sky, and a street that doesn't end. The parent in this story reassures their child that they can keep going, they can find new homes, because wherever they go, they'll carry the parent's love. After all, home is where the heart is.