The moon has blocked the sun That I havent seen for days It walks the street as the chimneys burn Ill drink some beer as to find my way My way home, my way home My way home, my way home The streets were made for horse and cart They talk to mine behind close doors Stood in the rain to feel the part This maze I stand of concrete walls My way home, my way home My way home, my way home Suspicious corpse without a face The screen lights a hidden dim This black hawk cant find its place Through the night we swim My way home, my way home My way home, my way home
home, way, cart, suspicious, blocked