How Will I Ever Find My Way Home?
I'm leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things
Get up in the morning, I'm paying the bills
Watching the storm clouds form over the hills
It appears, I've been waiting for my old self
I don't know what I'm made of, or where from I came
Don't even seem to remember my name
Or why the ghosts're alive in this cave
They say she's on the run
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
And thought turns into action
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
'Til my head is so sick and so clear
I'm leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things
I'm tired and lost and feeling blown
Running around in a field outside of my skull
How will I ever find my way home?
Get up in the morning, I'm paying the bills
Watching the storm clouds form over the hills
It appears, I've been talking to my own self
They say she's on the run
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
Then thought turns into action
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
'Til my head is so sick and so clear
I'm leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things
I'm tired and lost, I'm feeling blown
Running around in a field outside of my skull
How will I ever find my way home?
How will I ever find my way home?
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things
Get up in the morning, I'm paying the bills
Watching the storm clouds form over the hills
It appears, I've been waiting for my old self
I don't know what I'm made of, or where from I came
Don't even seem to remember my name
Or why the ghosts're alive in this cave
They say she's on the run
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
And thought turns into action
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
'Til my head is so sick and so clear
I'm leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things
I'm tired and lost and feeling blown
Running around in a field outside of my skull
How will I ever find my way home?
Get up in the morning, I'm paying the bills
Watching the storm clouds form over the hills
It appears, I've been talking to my own self
They say she's on the run
It's over
It's over
It's over
It's over
Then thought turns into action
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
And I dig
'Til my head is so sick and so clear
I'm leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things
I'm tired and lost, I'm feeling blown
Running around in a field outside of my skull
How will I ever find my way home?
How will I ever find my way home?
Credits
Writer(s): Neil Hamilton Wilkinson, Martin Richard Noble
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