Long Road

I wanna feel the salt on my skin

From a lover big enough for me to float around in

I wanna hear the hymn in the wind

Something smooth and unmetropolitan

And I'll build a house too

The kind I dreamed up when I was a little kid

I wanna feel human again

Stressed about my job and chill out on the weekend

Wanna see the photographs I left behind

The grass may be greener, that don't matter if you're blind

Cuz' I'm going home, I'm going home

But I'm taking the long road

I'm going home, I'm going home

But I'm taking the

I wanna see some faces I know

I wanna be a loser and a freakshow

And if I never feel the salt on my skin

Well, I'll put the blame on my own intelligence

Wanna see the photographs I left behind

The grass may be greener but that don't matter if you're blind

I'm going home, I'm going home

But I'm taking the long road

I'm going home, I'm going home

But I'm taking the long road

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home

The long road home