I don't want to go cause i'm holding
Holding on to hope
The end of my rope is where i'm headed
Close to letting go
If all I had was one more chance
Would I be home, would i be coming home
Home is where the grass is green
Open eyes can barely see
All the distance we leave inbetween
Home is where the grass is green
Reconize that you don't see
Close to home and miles away from me
Lying awake no one is calling
Calling much too late
Nothing feels the same when you are there and
I'm so far away