I've been preachin'
how I've gotta change
my life around.
I'm sick of all the same songs,
sick of all the rainfall.

What's left for me now
besides these [bad word]  clouds?
I blame it on my downfall.
I blame it on the last call.
I made when i was down,
and out of touch.

Please keep your fingers crossed
that I'll make it out alive.

I'll walk or I'll crawl
to the end of any road,
that'll put me back to sleep,
so I can dream my life away.
I wanna dream my life away.

Countless times,
Countless nights,
I've walk in the shadows of this town.
Countless tries,
Countless lies,
I'm stuck in the back of my mind,

And I've lived at the end
of what once was
a beautiful world.

Home
is where I've gotta go.
Will I ever know,
how to get there?
Maybe.

Where I've gotta go.
Will I ever know,
how to get there?
Maybe.

Where I've gotta go.
Will I ever know,
how to get there?
Maybe.