Have you ever felt homesick for a home you never had?
I can see your confusion, as to where you ought to be bound
You walk until you wear out
Too many roads to aim at
Will it ever take you there?
I can see your ambition, for a world we can’t stand
And with every step you ever take, a dream slips from your hand
You follow the moon, but the moon is lost
And the stars are dead on an empty sky
Don’t ever say you don’t care
I can see you lost the way of what’s good and bad
There’s no time to hurry
There’s no sense to worry
There’s no guilt for you to bare
I know it seems that we’ve been fed some hopeless dreams
I don’t want to live down on earth, Come and take me into the reach of your muddled arms
And hang me next to the dying stars
And hang me .. hang me .. hang me, way up so high
Hang me .. hang me .. hang me Where the birds would fly
Hang me so tight, hang me from my soul
I fear heights, hang me, so I don’t fall
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