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It’s a long time ago on my grave

As the judge comes down with the gavel

And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground

It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel

You try (you try)

You try (you try)

You try to find the short way home

Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees

To try to find the way back home

Familiar signs, the rails alight

They disappeared one by one

And your fate’s been sealed by the turning of the wheel

And the setting of the evening sun

So you crawl on by the light of the moon

Cross the reeds and over the hours

And you pray that you make it to the breakin' of the day

You’re tryin' to find a way back home

You try (you try)

You try (you try)

You’re tryin' find the short way home

Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees

You’re tryin' to find the way back home

Mother why’d you have to go and clip my golden wings?

I’m gonna fly off this building all the same

You put me down in the darkest well

And still that water stings

I’m gonna fly off this building all the same

Mother why’d you have to go and clip my golden wings?

I’m gonna fly off this building all the same

You put me down in the darkest well

And still that water stings

I’m gonna fly off this building all the same

Mother why’d you have to go and clip my dirty wings?

I’m gonna fly off this building all the same

You put me down in the deepest well

And still that water stings

I’m gonna fly off this building all the same

It’s a long time ago on my grave

As the judge comes down with the gavel

And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground

It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel

And You try (you try)

You try (you try)

You try to find the short way home

Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees

You’re tryin' to find the way back home

You’re tryin' to find the way back home

You’d die to find the short way home

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