Serving hard times on the strings of your desire
Believing that line about how the human mind is wired
Standing alone, waiting for some kind of return
Secretly hoping that that will soothe the burn

But the way back home ain't that long

Mourning that time that you wasted on the future

Cuz once it arrived there was nothing there to root ya
Dog eating dog in the holy ring of fire
Beg it to stop, but afraid of what it might require

But the way back home ain't that long