we cant keep ourselves still
our minds are so far away, from here.
as we dig our toes in the sand, and our bodies touch the 
cold sea.
see, thats when we say 'this is our home',
cause thats not who we are.
we know there aint no one coming forth to carry us home.

together, we will walk these roads,
to hell with your streets of gold.
they're no longer real to me