There’s no warmth for me down here
Not a thing for me, but coldness and fear
I’ve no place to rest my head
All I take with me to bed are my saltless tears
Not a penny to my name
I can’t spare a morsel from this borrowed plate
All my hands hold is this cardboard sign
All the help that it can find brings me back to the same
I think of how I used to be
And where it is I’d like to be
I try and try to make a change
The results are all the same
Well clearly this is not my time,
but I wish that it were yours
I just want to come home
A feast before my enemies
A mansion on the streets of gold
A refuge from these strangers’ eyes
and the judgments that they hold
Only ‘cause they don’t know
Not my story
Not my name
Not my shame and not my pain
I try and try to make a change
The results are all the same
Well clearly this is not my time,
but I wish that it were yours
I just want to come home
A feast before my enemies
A mansion on the streets of gold
A refuge from these strangers’ eyes
and the judgments that they hold
Only ‘cause they don’t know
I just wanna come home . . .