We can just pretend We'll make it home again From everything now I'm in the black again Not coming back again I'm in the red again No space in my head again

Everything has changed It's taking up our time again Go back, we can't go back at all Do you remember that? When we get home, I know we won't be home at all This place we live, it is not where we belong And I miss who we were and the town we could call

The will of the wind, child The wind in the wind chimes, Takes you home again. The will of the wind The voices in the wind, Will take you home again, The journey home has just begun by friend, The magic in your eyes, Was more than I surmised,

Loves lots of money, back's against the wall Now lemme tell ya my story, I got a man-sized predicament And it's a big one, goes like this, yeah My my, ow, yeah! Never had confession, never had a home Never had no worry, until I met Domino Ain't the

I'm in the black again Can't make it back again We can just pretend We'll make it home again From everything now (Everything now)

A wave toward the clearing sky Swords against the kingdom A homeward angel on the fly All this time we're talking and sharing our rational view A billion other voices are spreading other news All this time we're living and trying to understand Why a

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

Dripping beard as cold as hell And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail This Rememo is set for home It's personal but they need to know On a plane, on a plane Off to see the city girls again Only bringing what to carry on, So that you know I won't be long