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Big city blind
More dying dreams than cars
The buildings are too high
I cannot see the stars
But I’m feeling fine
That’s what I’m telling you
But my lungs are weak
And my heart is too 

Maybe I need to go back 
Go back home
I need to go back
Go back home

I cannot sleep 
The sirens are too loud
Outside and in my head
No way to shut them out 
But it’s still what I want 
I just can’t take much 
And I miss my friends
Feels like I’m losing touch 

Maybe I need to go back 
Go back home
I need to go back
Go back home

Maybe my dad was right
I don’t need the things I buy
From the money that I make
Maybe it is all a waste
Compensate the things I miss
Take a flight risk for false bliss 
Lose the fight with hidden fists 
Cause the mirror started it 

(go back, go back home)


	

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