I need clarity of lonesome days The simple times of new found friends It's a contradiction, no where to go No triumphant return no place back homeward I'll only do it the same way I'll always do it the same way back I've got nothing left to prove and I'm never looking back
I need solitude of things I don't know The people that I meet and the places I'll go It's a contradiction no turning back No triumphant return, no place back homeward