HOME 2 THE ROAD (burke) Standing in the dirty dock,it´s raining on my eyes, crying out for freedom and the lust for lies has died, too much grown into the ground are roots that hold my feet, to a barren land that cannot feed its hungry streets, not to say it hasen´t gave me strength to push on by, my broken wings are mended now i´m learning how to fly, cross open plains and barren lands,i´ll scrape up what i can, till hunger thirst and emptiness,are cured by promised lands. (chorus) i´m going home(going home),not all alone but on my own,i´m going home, i´m going home(going home),the route i´m shown, i´m going home to the road. And the hills rose up to meet me, as the valleys dropped beneath me, and the winds they bravely carried me, over plains of nothingness, and the light flashed out before me, in its greatness and glory, gave me strength to carry on, towards the never end. (chorus) for home is only in the heart and life is just a road, there´s not much sense in settling, for staying stunts your growth, for home is only is only in the heart, and life is just a road, behind the walls around your heart, is a life that you might never know. (chorus)