Here Comes That Story Again

Is there kind of peace inside this tiny place?
I'm feeling claustrophobic and I don't know why
All the people I know, it seems, they're moving on
And I'm the only one who seems to be stay behind

But here comes that story again
About my life at an end
The door is closed and I walk away
Old wounds, you know, they're open again

Well I'm free to leave my home
And I see the open road
And I feel the wind on my face
As I drive my car on out

And my mother, she talked
And my sister scoffed
And brother, he ran away at an early age and set
Oh baby, you'd better run away

It's so cliched I've got to step back twice
I'm a young man looking for the keys to life
When I go out searching for another view
Well, in the end I'll find my silent truth

But here comes that story again
About my life at an end
So many doors, I don't know which one to choose
I don't know which key to use

I'm free 'cause I'm on my own
And I see that there's no one around
And I feel the wind on my face, but
Now that stings somehow

And my mother, she talked again
And my sister scoffed again
And now you know that he ran away at an early age and set
Oh baby, you'd better run away

I haven't found a peace out in this open place
And all the doors I've found have locked me out
This open road is getting narrow and longer now
The compass on my keychain is just spinning around

Here comes that story again
It's about my life at an end
The door is closed, but I walk inside
Old wounds, you know, they're healing again

Well I'm free to come back home
And I fear that there's nobody there
Well there's a key. It's under the doormat
And I see I don't need it here

I don't need it here...