I hear the echo of my own cries,
and I feel the tears fallin’ from my eyes.
I’m seein’ clouds over my blue skies,
and I just wanna go home.
I don’t have friends in this town,
so when I walk, I keep my head down,
and my gaze stays on the dry ground,
and I just wanna go home.
Everything I touch always seems to fall,
and I wonder if it was ever there at all,
because right now I feel so god-damned small,
and I just wanna go home.