Carry Me Back Home

You know that I have seen the dark side, you know that I have seen the light,
shining down on me, helps me to see.
Because time is not a friend to me.
In my life chasing all my dreams.
And I don’t mind spending most of my time out on the road.
You know when I get cold, you carry me back home.
You carry me back home.
You know it never seems to get any easier.
You know that times never seem to change.
I spend my days searching for reasons why I carry on this way.
And I scream to the heavens, «can you hear my voice,» with no reply.
Never telling why.
Because time is not a friend to me, in my life, chasing on all my dreams.
And I don’t mind spending most of my time out on the road.
No matter where I go, you carry me back home.
Lord I’m trying, yes I’m dying to try to find another way to come back down.
Tired of lying, tired of flying all around this god forsaken town.
You know it’s the dream of a memory of a life, I know you used to lead.
You know it’s the songs we sing and the love you bring are gonna set me free.
Lord I’m dying to try to find another way to come back town.
Tired of lying, tired of flying all around this god forsaken town.
You know it’s the dream of a memory of a life, I know we used to lead.
You know it’s the songs we sing and the love you bring are gonna set me free.