How Will I Ever Find My Way Home?

I'm leaving here

Getting out of this place

Leaving here

Getting out of this place

Only certain kinds of people

Can take these things

Get up in the morning

I'm paying my bills

Watching a storm cloud form over the hills

It appears I was waiting for my old self

I don't know what I'm made of

Or where from I came

Don't even seem to remember my name

Or why the ghost's alive in this cave

They say she's on the run

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over

And thought then can turn action

And I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig

'Til my head is so sick and so clear

I'm leaving here

Getting out of this place

Leaving here

Getting out of this place

Only certain kinds of people

Can take these things

I'm tired and lost and feeling blown

Running around in a field, just out of my skull

How will I ever find my way home?

Get up in the morning

I'm paying my bills

Watching a storm cloud form over the hills

It appears I was talking to my own self

They say she's on the run

It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over

Then thought turns into action

And I dig, and I dig, and I dig, and I dig

'Til my head is so sick and so clear

I'm leaving here

Getting out of this place

Leaving here

Getting out of this place

Only certain kinds of people

Can take these things

I'm tired and lost and feeling blown

Running around in a field, just out of my skull

How will I ever find my way home?

How will I ever find my way home?