- cifra
Well its time to head out
Gotta find my place to rest
Before the sun goes down
In the darkness of the west
If I rest my head
Would I have to lay apon the stone
If I rest my head
would I lay to rest alone
Well its time to head out
Gotta find my place to rest
Before the sun goes down
In the darkness of the west
If I climb those stairs
Will I find my way back to home
If I climb those stairs
Would I find my way alone
Alone, alone, alone
There must be something real
There must be something more
I'm searching, searching
There must be something real
Searching, searching
(Both choruses combined)
