I'll Make My Way Home

Took off to lands

Driven by ghosts

I've no fear to find the gates closed

Save yourself, save yourself

And count your doors

I'll make my way home

Save your faith

Humbled by oaths

I was raised to sleep in my clothes

In the hot winds, in the hot winds

The Summer grows

I'll make my way home

Now promises

Are left on the road

The bags are full, and ready to load

Brace yourself, honey brace yourself

Open your doors

I'll make my way home