Home
They say home is where the heart isbut my heart is wild and freeSo am I homelessOr just heartless?Did I start this?Did it start me?
They say fear is for the braveFor cowards never stare it in the eyeSo am I fearless to be fearfulDoes it take courage to learn how to cry
So many winding roadsSo many miles to goand oh..
Oh they say love is for the lovingWithout love maybe nothing is realSo am I loveless or do I just love less
Oh since love leftI have nothing left to fear
So many winding roadsSo many miles to go
When I start feeling sick of it allIt helps to remember I’m a brick in a wallwho runs down from the hillside to the seawhen I start feeling that it’s gone too farI lie on my back and stare up at the starsI wonder if they’re staring back at me
oh when I start feeling sick of it allIt helps to remember I’m a brick in a wallwho runs down from the hillside to the seawhen I start feeling that it’s gone too farI lie on my back and stare up at the starsI wonder if they’re staring back at me