In the brown fog of the morning,
my boat is far from shore
and my sail has
sailed on without me
leaving me to fight the wind
alone.
Just yesterday
I knew where I was
and just yesterday
I was free
Now the waters
gathered around me my witch hunt cavalry.
All I want is to be somewhere different,
All I want is to feel right at home,
All I want is someone to stand beside me
when all my faith is gone.
And I miss those things,
I spent so long complaining about
cause its those shouts,
those voices,
that hum,
the drone that make the memories pour out
All I want is to be somewhere different,
All I want is to feel right at home,
All I want is someone to stand beside me
when all my faith is gone.
All I want is to be somewhere different,
All I want is to feel right at home,
All I want is someone to stand beside me
when all my faith has gone…
when all my faith is gone.
And I can dream,
my one gift they can never take away
and when I finally make it back to my land
I hope someone is waiting for that day.
