Don't you feel alone
In your hometown
This used to be the one place
Where you felt sound
There's nothing left to do now
These familiar roads
Have been worn down
I like when you cover my eyes
And you steal me away
Areoplanes and boats
And my own feet
They're carrying me home
And I'll be home
When I get old and die
I like when you cover my eyes
And you steal me away from the light
And drag me through darkness and night
So I can emerge on your side
I've been telling you
That the road is friend
I am coming home