when I was twenty-one I left my home

because my pockets were full and my heart was still empty

I had realized my only goal

was to take the path that was chosen for me

so I went as far as my money would take me

to where beggars live like ordinary men

and though no one here expects me to

I still try to take the path that was chosen for me

to take the path that was chosen just for me

for a while I was happy

got myself lost in this town's sound

but one early morning my dream came tumbling down

I thought that I liked that

but as my clothes were drenched to the bone

I realized that this place doesn't feel like home

I thought that I liked it

I was fine for a while on my own

I thought that I liked it

but I don't

now I take that path that was chosen for me

now I take the path that was chosen just for me