Take the roof over my head And burn it down. My home's where my heart is, And my heart's moving ground. Take everything I own, and give it away. I don't need it where I'm going, Not sure I needed it anyway. Now I hope, that where I'm going, Though there's no sure way of knowing, That I'll be fine with nothing less Than my very best intentions. Take the breath from my lungs and steal my words, They've no meaning without you, so I've heard. Take the ground beneath my feet and pull it out: I've no reservations and I have no doubts That where I'm going, Though there's no sure way of knowing, That I'll be fine with nothing less Than my very best intentions. Now I hope that I've not been naive, And I'll be well recieved.