You walked this road a thousand times You know exactly where it ends Where it slopes and where it bends All the camps have locked their gates All the lines are drawn and clear All who are worn Wayward and torn You’re welcome here
We live in falling more than ground We are the listening more than sound We have no home You’re not alone You’re welcome here
We’ve walked this road a thousand times We know exactly where it ends Where it slopes and where it bends
