Saint Rich - Crying From the Home lyrics

I heard cryin' from the home of body and soul; But I've been fallin', shorting, don't know where I'm going. You'll be gone, I'll be here on the floor. Waitin' and listenin' to words as they pa** my head; I will grab them when I feel; but I'll regret if don't, so I gotta wake up and grab all I can. Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa, etc. You been takin' trips and leaving me behind; but it's all right, I got explorations of my own; this time you can come if you like. Oh, I can hear the road: it's calling me like a mother calls her son. I must make a choice, before the day is done. Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa, etc. Oh, one look around and I can feel the pain, of my brother who spent countless nights, by candlelight writing down ideas in the rain. Oh-oh, where is my sanity? You know they took it with my brain; If I leave then, things won't ever be the same. Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa, etc.