Dreams are filled with destinations as your heart's owned by the road
Stop making 9 to 5 wages
Cause your body belongs to the 4 wall prison in your house
Covered by the maps and photographs of holographic paradise
Every-time you close your eyes
Your wild heart cries out
To be satisfied
After saving up and getting the one way ticket out
A two wing mechanical bird to take your dreams up off the ground
A level four walled prison is where you now wait
As the wind starts to blow those maps and photographs to space
Reminiscing for a moment, the things you left behind
When a cab calls you up, and says it's time
You 're 28
You backpacked all the way to the USA
The place where dreams are made or laid to waste
But you had your chance and you won't let it slip away
You've been there for a number of years
And living is just as hard as it used to be, as it used to be back here
Calls and messages from your family saying
"We hope you finally found your dreams"
As a tears starts to draw the feelings of your Wild Heart, missing home
Missing home
Missing home
Missing home
You're home
It's about time
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Dreams are filled with destinations as your heart's owned by the road
Stop making 9 to 5 wages
Cause your body belongs to the 4 wall prison in your house
Covered by the maps and photographs of holographic paradise
Every-time you close your eyes
Your wild heart cries out
To be satisfied
After saving up and getting the one way ticket out
A two wing mechanical bird to take your dreams up off the ground
A level four walled prison is where you now wait
As the wind starts to blow those maps and photographs to space
Reminiscing for a moment, the things you left behind
When a cab calls you up, and says it's time
You 're 28
You backpacked all the way to the USA
The place where dreams are made or laid to waste
But you had your chance and you won't let it slip away
You've been there for a number of years
And living is just as hard as it used to be, as it used to be back here
Calls and messages from your family saying
"We hope you finally found your dreams"
As a tears starts to draw the feelings of your Wild Heart, missing home
Missing home
Missing home
Missing home
You're home
It's about time
Stop making 9 to 5 wages
Cause your body belongs to the 4 wall prison in your house
Covered by the maps and photographs of holographic paradise
Every-time you close your eyes
Your wild heart cries out
To be satisfied
After saving up and getting the one way ticket out
A two wing mechanical bird to take your dreams up off the ground
A level four walled prison is where you now wait
As the wind starts to blow those maps and photographs to space
Reminiscing for a moment, the things you left behind
When a cab calls you up, and says it's time
You 're 28
You backpacked all the way to the USA
The place where dreams are made or laid to waste
But you had your chance and you won't let it slip away
You've been there for a number of years
And living is just as hard as it used to be, as it used to be back here
Calls and messages from your family saying
"We hope you finally found your dreams"
As a tears starts to draw the feelings of your Wild Heart, missing home
Missing home
Missing home
Missing home
You're home
It's about time
Writer: Quinton Kock
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