The more I think about everything I gotta do before I die I wanna write a song about the limits to the sky That hangs like a blanket over me We all just wanna find a place that makes us feel at home A place to lay our heads at night Where we can rest our bones A place where we all can be at peace Materialism is just a ghost That I wear like a winter coat That follows me everywhere I go, oh, oh It's the only thing that keeps me on the road We all wish for greater things In hopes to gain more property So we can leave with the sense that we've got something Every time I leave my home I kinda wish that I did not go And I wonder why some people don't got nothing Sometimes I feel like a stranger When I'm here in Pennsylvania Sometimes I feel like a stranger When I am here at home When I am here at home When I am in your home