The Way Home

Gold on the road
To pave the way home
Living in the half light
Wonder where a year went

A handful of dirt
To throw after it
No one's leaving flowers
Something's waking up now

When the kindest word is hard to find
Turning on ourselves and taking sides
In the end we're only wasting time
On each other we rely, rely, rely

Glitter on the crowd
Another burning town
Is that what you call a victory?
You're hiding your eyes now

All that you hate
You're fed fat on it
Fighting for the wishbone
I'd rather go hungry

When the kindest word is hard to find
Turning on ourselves and taking sides
In the end we're only wasting time
On each other we rely, rely, rely