Early morning, people waiting, drinking coffee, subway station. Busy city got me asking who I really am.
Concrete sea of vanity, everything I used to be, trying to find my way back home again.
Spinning compass, endless highway, sinking sunset, shy horizon. Lonesome lover, somewhere crying, tarot cards in hand.
Don’t know what the future holds, left you fifteen states ago. Trying to find my way back home again.
And I’ll ride beneath the sky that seems like heaven reaching down. The rays of sunlight touch the earth like fingers through the clouds.
There’s something on the inside that I've got to figure out, but as for now just leave me where I’m bound.
Poison apple, laughing bottle, living like there’s no tomorrow; give me strength to tame the shadows, keep the wolves at bay.
Burnt the lights out in my head, stumbled where the sidewalk ends, trying to find my way back home again.
Empty vessel, angry ocean, dancing lightning, thunder rolling, ain't no telling, where I’m going, pilgrim on the wind.
Threw my body overboard, cut my losses, swam for shore. Trying to find my way back home again.
So I’ll wander ‘neath the sleepy moon, she’s shining bold and bright. The stars they shape my fate through constellations in the night.
I could be wrong, but nothing’s left, and everything’s alright. ‘Cause I’m not giving up without a fight.
You can dodge the changing seasons or accept them as they come. Embrace the good, replace the bad, with lessons that you learn.
Though I can’t help but think about, as I await my turn, if in the end we all get what we earn.