The sun is always finding the wall The dark is defining a new low A new low The beams are whispers in his heart A diligent man with no call No call So how long, and how long, long will it take For us to make it home And how long, and how long will it take For us to make it home His arms are marked with pain It shows the life he's thrown away It's marked in his face The sun is always finding the wall The dark is defining a new low A new low The beams are whispers in his heart A diligent man with no call No call So how long, and how long, long will it take For us to make it home And how long, and how long will it take For us to make it home His arms are marked with pain It shows the life he's thrown away It's marked in his face So how long, and how long, long will it take For us to make it home And how long, and how long will it take For us to make it home