I feel like we're tumbling on the edge of something just Waiting for the truth to come home Waiting for the truth to come home We used to prospect for gold back then Down in the creek beds no others dared Now you act so defeatist Don't act so I wonder what left you so ensnared You'd go and sow your own sheets with dread Don't act so defeatist Don't act so And I feel like we're tumbling on the edge of something just Waiting for the truth to come home Waiting for the truth to come home When we go back to that place again Track marked like your comb through hair And you act so defeatist You act so All those memories that we had shared They're not as real when you're standing there Don't act so defeatist Don't act so I feel like we're tumbling on the edge of something just Waiting for the truth to come home Waiting for the truth to come home Come home Come home