I’ve got no home here
I’ve got nowhere to go
Sometimes it feels like I’ve been growing cold
Pick up my bag and take a walk outside
Find a quiet park to pass my time
What makes a man if not the size of his heart ?
These days the beaten path won’t get you too far
Remember dreaming about being twenty-five ?
Live by that hillside with the deadwood and pine
And I can’t say that I’ve stopped dreaming
But all these dreams keep me alive
And if I told you run away with me
We could leave this all behind
