Out of the mist of history [bad word] again
Sailing on ships across the sea to a wounded nation
Signs of a savior and fire on the water
It’s what we prayed for, one of our own

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

Deep in the heart of darkness sparks a dream of light
Surrounded by hopelessness he finds the will to fight
There’s no surrender, always remember
It doesn’t end here, we’re not alone

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

And he [bad word] back on a 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 a [bad word] home
He knows of places unknown
But always a [bad word] home

Someday he may carve his stone
The [bad word] home

He goes [bad word] back alone
But always a [bad word] home
Just wait though wide he may roam
Always a [bad word] home.