It was fun at first, Seeing behind the curtain
Going beyond, All my Childhood horizons
The edge of the world, Still isn't nearing
O God I hope, Beyond these trees, there's a clearing
Because I've been out in the cold too long
And now my bones are freezing
The road, is killing me
But I've got no home, to lay my head
The road, is killing me
But I've got no home, to lay my head
More than once, I've wandered through the wasteland
Lost sight of shore, Wondered if we'd meet again
Where does hope come from? It's a funny thing
Seems like it's gone until there's nothing else left
I've been out in the cold too long
And now my bones are freezing
The road, is killing me
But I've got no home, to lay my head
The road, is killing me
But I've got no home, to lay my head