| I’ve been dreaming of what’s real |
| I’ve been dreaming just to feel |
| Home, I could stay in for the night and call this town |
| I’m in my home, but in the morning I will go |
| I’ve been stuck with the same kind of people |
| Just blind and drunk, we can never see what’s real, see what’s real |
| I’ve been trapped in all kinds of places |
| Take me away so I can find what’s real, find what’s real |
| I’ve been awaken, I can see |
| I’ve been awaken, I can feel |
| Home, I could stay in for the night and call this town |
| I’m in my home |
| When I wake up in the morning I will pack my things and go |
| With the wind at my back |
| Fade away into black |
| I’ve been stuck with the same kind of people |
| Just blind and drunk, we can never see what’s real, see what’s real |
| I’ve been trapped in all kinds of places |
| Take me away so I can find what’s real, find what’s real |
| Home |
| Home |
| And in the morning I will go |
| I’ve been stuck with the same kind of people |
| Just blind and drunk, we can never see what’s real, see what’s real |
| I’ve been stuck with the same kind of people |
| Just blind and drunk, we can never see what’s real, see what’s real |
| I’ve been trapped in all kinds of places |
| Take me away so I can find what’s real, find what’s real |
| What is real |
| What is real |
| I’ve been dreaming |