Eight years ago [bad word] a sin 
And there were many more that followed with 
Some that changed my mind 
Some that broke me down 
But all of them made me who I am now 
All of them made me who I am now 
All of them made me who I am now 

I lived in the bliss of ignorance 
And slowly sank into self-doubt 
I had to answer my own questions 
As I attempted to crawl out 

After these years on the road 
Was this really my home? 
Why do I feel so alone? 
In my chest there's a hole 
Why do I feel so alone? 
Why do I feel so alone? 

In my chest there's a hole 
I've tried to keep it full 
But there's a break in the hull 
Depression floods like frozen water's cold 
Is this life drowning me? 
I am a ship lost out at sea 

Eight years ago I admitted a dream 
To chase it I had to give up everything 
But the things I've learned and the things I've found 
All of them made me who I am now 
All of them made me who I am now 

After years on the road 
It was never my home (never my home) 

After years on the road 
It was never my home (never my home) 

My home is in the words you sing 
Every letter of the notes you bring 
Every story you tell of feeling alive 
When you hear these words 
And you change your life 
You change your mind, the way you think 
These words last forever on your skin in ink 

(Oooh, oooh) 
My home is in your heart [x6]