go home

Don't need another resolution
to feel as though I'm going somewhere,
somewhere...

And you know you're gonna lie to you
in your own way
Know know too well, know the chill
know she breaks my siren
And you don't need the light on
to guide you through the southern lands
go said go, yes

me llaman calle
voy tan cansada
voy tan vacia
como maquinita por la gran ciudad

When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home
I am going out to see what I can sow
and I don't know where I'll go
and I don't know what I'll see
but I'll try not to bring it back home with me
In the full moon light I listen to the stream
and in between the silence hear you calling me
but I don't know where I am
and I don't trust who I've been
but if I come home now will I ever leave?