A better man once said His name is something frozen At the fork in the road Always take the one less chosen I tried to follow suit I tried to choose my destiny Now I'm lost in the Thistle weeds And I'm drowning 6 feet deep And now I'm staring at an unfamiliar ceiling I know that I cannot change myself I know that there must be a home for me Other people's canopies look so appealing As I close my eyes and drift to sleep I know that there must be a home for me A wiser man once said His name is something crazy When you're down in the gutter now The stars they look so hazy I tried to break the mold I tried to pull one down for me Now I'm lost in the outer space And the dark it's eating me Home It's where I gotta be, not where I wanna be It's where I wanna be, not where I gotta be It's where I gotta be, not where I wanna be For me