I've been underwater
I've been under siege
Grasping onto nightmares
Thinkin' they were dreams
In a crowd of people
I've been all alone
Lookin' at my wasteland
But sitting at its throne
Even in the exile of grief
I've seen such beautiful things
I'm
I'm tryin'
I'm
I'm tryin'
To find my way home
What's left of home
Heart's broken to pieces
Everywhere I looked was grey
Everything comes in seasons even
The deepest of pain
Even in the exile of grief
I've seen such wonderful things
I'm
I'm tryin'
I'm
I'm tryin'
To find my way home
What's left of home
Stepping stones and quiet coves
They lead me back to you
And even in a memory
I know that isn't true
But in a quiet moment
Or a long and restless sleep
I get the faintest whisper
That you've come on back to me
I'm
I'm tryin'
I'm
I'm tryin'
To find my way home
