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 ♪ 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 ♪ 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