What is home anymore
To the dust in the wind
How can I come back
From the places I've been
I tumble through deserts
And cross empty streets
As they carry my streams
To a sea of deceits
I'm adrifting in time
As I thirst to learn how
I can distance myself
From the one I am now
Just some kid on a quest
To be more than a man
At the dead end of job
And retirement plan
But what destination
Could finally free
My spirit imprisoned
In reality