Tonight I'm sleeping on my own
Not unlike the folks who've shared this room before
Wondering why I'm here
And this city is a joke
The people here are ghosts walking down its roads
Like they own the place
But they don't know this place
And I'll spend this whole night wondering
Why I can't find a quiet mind
And I'm alone missing home
There ain't enough money in the world
To pay for all these sins and cover all this hurt
Will you burn in hell?
Well it's not my job to tell
I got some issues here myself and I'm not doing
Well enough to judge someone
Hell I ain't got no one
And I'll spend this whole night wondering
Why I can't find a quiet mind
And I'm alone missing home
And I'll spend this whole night wondering
Why I can't find a quiet mind
And I'm alone
And I am much like the folks below
A worn-out weary soul
Aren't we all alone missing home
