Going Home

Bitter hearts from bitter ends

Crooked limps from crooked mends

The sun stopped shining

I'm going homeEasy come, easy go

The more I learn, the less I know

My ears stopped ringing

I'm going homeThe hole I've worn inside my shoe

Is where my soul is slipping through

The sidewalk ended

I'm going homeWhen I left I had a choice

Lose my mind or lose my voice

The voice stopped singing

I'm going homeI met love, Love met me

And we agreed to disagree

The rain stopped falling

I'm going homeI've walked through deserts,

I've sailed on seas

What the snow wont burn,

the sun will freeze

I'm all through walking

I'm going home.