I hear something hanging on the wind
I see black smoke up around the bend
I got my ticket
I want to go home

The leaves have changed since I were to leave
Since the last time the train came through
I got my ticket and I want to go home

My father´s Father´s blood is on the track
A sweet refrain of sin from the past
I got my ticket and I´m going to go home

The winding roads that led me here
Burn like coal and dry like tears
So here´s my hope
My tired soul
So here´s my ticket
I want to go home
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