Take me back to when I was just a boy
Skipping railroad tracks
When the sticks and stones I threw were merely toys
When my eyes were green like trees
Before a snake inside its leaves filled my hand
Before I ate and spat the seeds and the sea of glass I knew
Cracked into sand
Where is my home?
Where is my home?
'Cause I grew up singing songs in Jesus' holy name
Always looking up
Past heads of his believers bowed in shame
They say he bled and he died
For sins his whorish bride would someday choose
I've tried to hold a woman
I must have holes in my hands too
Where is my home?
Where is my home?
Where is my home?
'Cause I don't know
Take me back to when I was just a boy