I'm staring out into the night, trying to hide the pain. I'm going to the place where love and feeling good don't ever cost a thing, and the pain it feels a different kind of pain. The miles are getting longer, it seems the closer I get to you. I've not always been the best homan or friend for you, but your love remains true and I don't know why you always seem to give me another try. Be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it all and then some you don't want.
I'm going home back to the place where I belong, where your love has always been enough for me. I'm not running from, no, I think you've got me all wrong. I don't regret this life I chose for me, but these places and these faces are getting old, so I'm going home! :)