I'm in love with North America!

Geez, I'm homesick. I can't wait to go home in November.
A slight re-write of some Joan Osborne lyrics, from Early Recordings, the song "Fingerprints":

Why does it take so long for me to leave you
Once I’ve said goodbye
I wish it could be over quickly
Clean and painless and dry
But your place has left its taste with me
And your land has left its mark
My heart is full of whispers
And voices in the dark
Why does it take so long for me to leave you
Now that I'm not there
I didn't know I would feel this way
The loss because I care
But my spirit has a memory
And it holds you close within
The feel of your deep forests
The earth that is your skin
I feel your fingerprints
On my heart
I thought that I could leave you
I thought I was so smart
Now I feel your fingerprints
Nothing I can do
Ain’t it touching how I can’t get over you
I never knew, I never thought
That I would miss you so much
And it doesn't seem another land
Can wash away your touch
I feel your fingerprints
On my heart
I thought that I could leave you
I thought I was so smart
Now I feel your fingerprints
Nothing I can do
Ain’t it touching how I can’t get over you