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What are you waiting for?
Adrift, sick of feeling splintered
Soft mound, buried in the winter
Six feet down
Nobody can hear a sound
Lips part, silence in the frequent
Cotton steps, specter in the sequence
All things end
Even 'fore they can begin
Where are you, home?
'Cause I've been searching for you for some time
A place to call my own
Somewhere I can feel fine
Because I lost yours truly
Before I ever could find me
Where are you, home? Where are you, home?
Goddamn, at once I thought I found you
But the moment that I turned around you
Left me for dead, bleeding out screaming
Never knowing if I would return feeling
Once more, I sail across pastures
Pushing through the bruises and fractures
Tripping and falling, plodding and scouting
Torn through the earth without ever doubting
That I may never find you in this outing
Where are you, home?
'Cause I've been searching for you for some time
A place to call my own
Somewhere I can feel fine
Because I lost yours truly
Before I ever could find me
Where are you, home? Where are you, home?
