Can anybody help me get back home?
Does anyone remember where I'm from?
I've got to find my way back there,
But no one seems to know or care
I guess I'll make this journey on my own
'Cause she can't come
I can't stay in this wicked place no more
Where everyone's forgotten what we're for
I've got to find my way back home
I'd rather die than love alone
I'm going to the place where I was born
And she can't come
She can't come
I'm going to a place I knew before
Where love is still a privilege, not a chore
And if the journey kills me, I
Will gladly lay my head and die
Knowing I'll return to where I'm from
But she can't come
She can't come
She can't come
