Lyrics

Once I was a little boy with an imagination
Never saw the dangers in this world of complications
If I had the chance I would go back to my rocking horse
And fly off to some distant shore
The child in me won’t leave, leave me be
If they push me I will fall
If they bend me I will break
Without my youth I’m nothing
Just a mistake
I can’t fly with battered wings
But I will take my mic and sing the song of my suffering
Cause I am old, growing cold
I’m not home, I’m not home
I will ride and find my my home
It’s better when I’m home, really home
And I’m home
My childhood friend and I will sing a song of silent victory
And they won’t see the grown ups we’ve become
The child in me won’t leave, leave me be
If they push me I will fall
If they bend me I will break
Without my youth I’m nothing
Just a mistake
I can’t fly with battered wings
But I will take my mic and sing the song of my suffering
Cause I’m not home
I am old, growing old
This could never be home
I’m not home, I’m not home