Going Home

Bitter hearts from bitter ends
Crooked limps from crooked mends
The sun stopped shining
I’m going home
Easy come, easy go
The more I learn, the less I know
My ears stopped ringing
I’m going home
The hole I’ve worn inside my shoe
Is where my soul is slipping through
The sidewalk ended
I’m going home
When I left I had a choice
Lose my mind or lose my voice
The voice stopped singing
I’m going home
I met love, love met me
And we agreed to disagree
The rain stopped falling
I’m going home
I’ve walked through deserts,
I’ve sailed on seas
What the snow won’t burn,
the sun will freeze
I’m all through walking
I’m going home.