Out of the mist of history [bad word] again
Sailing on ships across the sea
To a wounded Nation

Signs of a savoir
Like fire on the water
It's what we prayed for
One of our own

Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
[bad word] home
He goes where no one has gone
But always
[bad word] home

Deep in the heart of darkness sparks
dream of lies
Surrounded by hopelessness
He finds the will to fight

Theres no surrender
Always remember
It doesn't end here
We're not alone

Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
[bad word] home
He goes where no one has gone
But always
[bad word] home

And he [bad word] back on the crimson tide
Dead or alive
And even though we know the bridge has burned
He will return
He will return

Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
[bad word] home
He knows of places unknown
Always
[bad word] home

Someday they'll carve in stone
"The [bad word] home"

He goes [bad word] back alone
But always
[bad word] home

Just wait
Though wide he may roam
Always
[bad word] home