For so long I’ve been trying to find a home
All alone my only company is the road
And I will keep on searching along my way
And I roam through all the deserts and storms
When I need a hand, I find my comfort in the cold (needed, found)
But I will keep on searching along my way
I’m getting old, getting sour and blue
And my dreams just seem to fade away
But maybe there’s something for me
On the next hill train
For so long I’ve been trying to find a home
(All or nothing) I’ve got no place to rest
But I will keep on searching along my way
