Somewhere I belong I want to heal, I want to feel, What I thought was never real I want to heal, I want to feel Like I'm close to something real I want to find something I've wanted all along And the fault is my own, And the fault is my own When this

You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar She's the place I go When there's nowhere left to run to She's the one I hold When there's no one to hold on to She's been with me late at night When I was drowning in the dark She heard my every word When

All my good years I'd rather be anywhere Anywhere but here I pray to God I didn't waste all my good years I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears The voices screaming loud as hell We don't care 'bout no one else Nothing in the world could

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Then I’d just fade into you In your heart in your head in your Arms in your bed under your skin Til there’s no way to know where You end and where I begin If you were the ocean and I was the sun If the day made me heavy and gravity won If I was the red

How green, how green was my valley? To be told of such hills To be held in such spots To behold such warmth Call to arms these harmonies! And in happy agony we sing Oh, your deeps and your shades Where the wild roses pray Such heat from pride

They lost their faith And now they had to learn There was no place to return Nowhere they could turn. They lived in peace, not long ago A mighty Indian tribe But the winds of change, Made them realize, that the promises were lies. The white man's greed,

It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go But this is still the place, that we all call home West on a plane bound west I see her stretching out below Land blessed motherland the place where I was born Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets