On my way home
A distant sound, a crumbling street
When the houses died between you and me
And the light of you somehow guides me home
♪
Miles to go, and miles to save
The journey's not free but my spirit sure is
No uncertainty about that
So I can get myself through this year
♪
But how long has it been
How long has it been
How long has it been since I've woken up with a semblance
Of an idea, of how to exist
Because I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist
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I was born, yes I was raised
In a far away land, a not so distant place
An exotic mistake, an anecdotal face
And the voice of an entire generation
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You might think, yes you might think
That I'm an open book but I've barely given in
I'm just biding my time, I'm just biding my time
I'm just biding my time, I'm just hanging on the line
I'm a supine figure, be a landmark to me
For the faces I've known are just skylines to me
They are towering oh so tall in front of me
They are meaningless, once again
♪
But how long has it been
How long has it been
How long has it been since I've woken up with a semblance
Of an idea, of how to exist
Because I don't exist
I don't exist
I don't exist