As I peel away
All the years of pain
I discovered what's been all along
You were so right
I was so wrong

Every shooting star
They all fall so hard
They all fade like a played out song
Now is the time
Before all is lost
 [bad word] home [bad word] home

So [bad word] home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own [bad word] home [bad word] back to me
As the city sleeps
So afraid of what I will find

Memories they haunt
From deep inside

Every broken [bad word] to understand
that he'll never find paradise
When all that he wants
Was there all the time
 [bad word] home [bad word] home

So [bad word] home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own

So [bad word] home
Back to a world left long ago
And now I know [bad word] home
I'll find my way back
I'm letting go [bad word] home
 [bad word] to find
What we take for granted
Keeps us alive in the end

So don't let time
Leave you empty handed
Reach out tonight and make amends

So [bad word] home
Back to the place where I belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own

So [bad word] home
Back to a world left long ago
Now I know [bad word] home
I'll find my way back [bad word] home [bad word] home