"My life is far from done
And my courage is all gone,
i lay my head amongst the smell
Of clovers
souls like mine can't always fight
on every overwhelming evening
and I'll wake to a new sad day moving
As an outcast under this roof of fools
i feel discomfort in places I shouldn't
i feel well when alone and away
away from that house and those people
real home is when I'm alone
with music fuelling my feet
To keep walking from my problems."
