Lyric How Will I Ever Find My Way Home?

I m leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things

Get up in the morning
I m paying my bills
Watching a storm cloud form over the hills
It appears I was waiting for my old self

I don t know what I m made of
Or where from I came
Don t even seem to remember my name
Or why the ghost s alive in this cave

They say she s on the run
It s over, it s over, it s over, it s over
And thought then can turn action
And I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig

Til my head is so sick and so clear

I m leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things

I m tired and lost and feeling blown
Running around in a field, just out of my skull
How will I ever find my way home?

Get up in the morning
I m paying my bills
Watching a storm cloud form over the hills
It appears I was talking to my own self

They say she s on the run
It s over, it s over, it s over, it s over
Then thought turns into action
And I dig, and I dig, and I dig, and I dig

Til my head is so sick and so clear

I m leaving here
Getting out of this place
Leaving here
Getting out of this place
Only certain kinds of people
Can take these things

I m tired and lost and feeling blown
Running around in a field, just out of my skull
How will I ever find my way home?
How will I ever find my way home?