Wandering, with no intention

Gave me reason to stay and grow

I will not decay, not decay

Rotting from the inside out

No sense of direction

Weathered and hollow

I will not decay, not decay

I refuse to take things as they are

The eyes of the world are much different from mine

I will shift with the winds, and I'll grow as my own

Seasons change but I am a constant

Take me home

Everyday searching endlessly for my motive to be, and something to make me feel whole again

The sweet embrace of home has withered away, and I am left standing in the cold

Take me home

Take me home

The sweet embrace of home has withered away

Take me home

And I'm left standing in the cold

Take me home

The working hands, and a broken man, amount to nothing, but a house on the sand

So many wandering years, on my own two feet, the rugged terrain is rougher than it seems

No sense of direction, and no sense of time

Up in the sky, will you be my guide?

Up in the sky, where can I confide?

I swear to you, I won't forget you in this life

I am the only constant

I am the only constant

Wandering, with no intention

Gave me reason to stay and grow

I will not decay, not decay

Rotting from the inside out

No sense of direction

Weathered and hollow

I will not decay, not decay

I am the only constant

The sweet embrace of home has withered away

I am the only constant

I'm left standing in the cold

I will shift with the winds, and I'll grow as my own

I will shift with the winds, and I'll grow as my own

I am home