Packed my bags and stormed away Left you here for dead I thought I knew it all For which there's something to be said Oh, won't you help me find my way? Oh, guide me to a better day Did you foresee me returning Crawling back on my knees Saw the ego and the damage done Going through pockets for the master key Hills reviving memories Shores spilling secrets from my side Streets telling stories Worth holding onto alright They say home's where the heart is And I've been homeless for years It took a gentle summer breeze To finally dry off the tears Hills reviving memories Shores spilling secrets from my side Streets telling stories Worth holding onto alright Hills reviving memories Waves drawing blueprints in the sand Streets in all of their glory Reaching for my hand Packed my bags and stormed away, Left you here for dead...