Find Your Own Way Home
Come sit down with me, my life lessons are free
This is how you got to be, to make it
When life gets hold of you and love's like a feverish flu
When everything seems true 'cause you believe it
When you think something dirty and you can't forgive yourself
No need to worry, you got this
Time for home truths
Find your own way home. Do it for yourself
I got shit to do that won't get done today
Find your own way home. It will be ok
I'm still short on answers
'Cause I got my own life to live
Find your own way home. Make your own damn luck
Can't you see I'm working, searching for Micah
Find your own way home. Wounds will heal themselves
I'm still short on answers
'Cause I got my own life to live
Praying's not for me, I'm more for elegy
As you sure can see, it's working
The more you make yourself, the more you can offer in help
So anytime you yelp, I might come running
Bones are getting brittle, knees like to lock up tight
What I have to offer, might be right
Time for home truths
Find your own way home. It will do you good
I'm too busy making my first orrery
Find your own way home. That's what Father said
I'm still short on answers
'Cause I got my own life to live
This is how you got to be, to make it
When life gets hold of you and love's like a feverish flu
When everything seems true 'cause you believe it
When you think something dirty and you can't forgive yourself
No need to worry, you got this
Time for home truths
Find your own way home. Do it for yourself
I got shit to do that won't get done today
Find your own way home. It will be ok
I'm still short on answers
'Cause I got my own life to live
Find your own way home. Make your own damn luck
Can't you see I'm working, searching for Micah
Find your own way home. Wounds will heal themselves
I'm still short on answers
'Cause I got my own life to live
Praying's not for me, I'm more for elegy
As you sure can see, it's working
The more you make yourself, the more you can offer in help
So anytime you yelp, I might come running
Bones are getting brittle, knees like to lock up tight
What I have to offer, might be right
Time for home truths
Find your own way home. It will do you good
I'm too busy making my first orrery
Find your own way home. That's what Father said
I'm still short on answers
'Cause I got my own life to live
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Writer(s): Toby Crook
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