The moon has blocked the sun.
That I haven't seen for days.
It walks the street as the chimneys burn.
I'll drink some beers as I find my way
My way home
My way home
My way home
My way home
The streets were made for horse and cart;
they talk to mine behind close doors.
Stood in the rain to feel the part
This maze I stand off concrete walls
My way home
My way home
My way home
My way home
Suspicious corpse without a face,
the screen lights a hidden dim.
This black hawk can't find its place,
through the night we swim.
My way home
My way home
My way home
My way home