Our Way Home

Duration

5:55

Genres

New Folk

Description

Lyrics

Let me tell you a story for a rainy night; three kids, and a desperate flight One I'll speak to on a lonely day...one that's drifted too far away Packed up my things, stole my Dad's car Picked up my friends and tried to get real far Out on horizons where the freedom burns The chains of life, put us in reverse All that running, to find our way back home Sometimes the freedom makes you feel alone Packed up my things, and sold my guitars For the passage to adulthood's start On our way home, paved with regret (paved with regret) On our way home, I can never forget (never forget) On our way home, we discovered together whatever may come (our way back home) All grown up, where are we now? Tom went up to Pittsburg, but he came back down I married Bruce's sis, but we are since divorced...the last I saw of him...spoiled and coarse Well, my friends now...I just don't fit in. Where did the path to all this begin? On our way home, paved with regret (paved with regret) On our way home, I can never forget (never forget) On our way home, we discovered together whatever may come (our way back home)