They always tell me
In the end you find yourself
They always told me
That I’d be something else
They never told me
About the stormy roads
But I always knew
It wouldn’t be a bed of roses
I saw my way out
Out of this shattered roads
I’m on my way
All the way back home
I’m tired of this
This lonesome world
I’m going back
All the way back home
I’m sick of this
This lonesome world
They always told me
In the end you find yourself
They always tell me
That I will be something else
They never told me
About the stormy roads
But I always knew
It wouldn’t be a bed of roses
I found my way out
Out of this shattered roads
I’m on my way
All the way back home
I’m tired of this
This lonesome world
I’m going back
All the way back home
I’m sick of this
This lonesome world
I saw my way out
Out of this shattered roads
I’m on my way
All the way back home
I’m tired of this
This lonesome world
