On the Road Back Home

The iron scavengers are prowling
Around the cross that marks the place
My shoes are tired, my hat is rotten
I'm on the road back home

I've met a tree without a root for him
And scaring deeply rooted mimes
This not to fit, not to belong to
I'm on the road back home
I'm on the road back home

Mirages taken as a signal make
Some turtles die before the shore
Don't let fake preachers get to fool you
I'm on the road back home

I know the hell, it has a random name,
And me is not me anymore
Just need to find what I left along the way
I'm on the road back home
I'm on the road back home

The iron scavengers keep prowling
Around the place marked with the corpse
My shoes are lost, my hat is filled with rain
I'm on the road back home
I'm on the road back home
I'm on the road back home



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