How do I find it? the way home seems so hard. walk over mountains, hope the mountains won't collapse. what day is today? the day I meet my chance... the chances are, I don't know how far I can walk
I know the trees talk the trees talk they call my name so clear and proud what do they say when I'm not around?
Find me a willow tree so I can rest my head when the morning breaks hope to find my bed instead what day is today? the day I find my place but the chances are, I don't know how far I can walk
I know the trees talk the trees talk I wonder if they'll answer if I ask Don't leave here fruits may be poison don't leave me here the way home is what I seek Find me a house with the lights on with the food warm with the bed firm Find me a house with the clock on compass north So I can find my way home.
He said he knew me... Not me per se, but people like me. "****, I use to be you" he continued... "hopeless and lonely with a front row seat to tragedies, wasting time, killing hope,with *** bottles from ABC, fearing the living and mourning the dead, paralyzed in a loose chain, in a globe that seems to contradict it's every turn, that's what you're doomed to be!" his worn out eyes turned to me "but isn't that everybody? I know it's still me... afraid that my dreams will be swallowed up by reality"