Alex Crowson - Home Lyrics

Coming down the Cades on a horse
With a cask in the back so I don't get bored
I found myself an old rutted road
Of course the trail's been tracked by a thousand folk

First light of dawn, first look at you
I said, "It sure ain't much, but I'm sure it'll do"
My back's in knots and my stomach's queer
I think I'll sit inside and pour a glass of beer

My eyes are beared down
To the cold, stony, wet ground
I know I should feel free
But I only feel like I want to be home

Tumbleweed, tumbleweed, where have you been?
You make a sky so wide that all of the gods and cosmos are peeking in
Maybe somewhere past the stars there's one for me
But as it stands I don't want any in my company

Whoever said the Devil's dead would make a good host
And now the cold's creeping in like a holy ghost
Never look back over the tracks that I leave behind me
And when I wake up, I'll need to confront all the things that bind me

My eyes are beared down
To the cold, stony, wet ground
I know I should feel free
But I only feel like I want to be home

All this time, all this time
I thought this place would be heaven

My eyes are beared down
To the cold, stony, wet ground
I know I should feel free
But I only feel like I want to be home