I hear something hanging on the wind

I see black smoke up around the bend

I got my ticket

I want to go home



The leaves have changed since I were to leave

Since the last time the train came through

I got my ticket and I want to go home



My father's Father's blood is on the track

A sweet refrain of sin from the past

I got my ticket and I'm going to go home



The winding roads that led me here

Burn like coal and dry like tears

So here's my hope

My tired soul

So here's my ticket

I want to go home

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