| Eight years ago I committed a sin |
| And there were many more that followed with |
| Some that changed my mind |
| Some that broke me down |
| But all of them made me who I am now |
| All of them made me who I am now |
| All of them made me who I am now |
| I lived in the bliss of ignorance |
| And slowly sank into self-doubt |
| I had to answer my own questions |
| As I attempted to crawl out |
| After these years on the road |
| Was this really my home? |
| Why do I feel so alone? |
| In my chest there’s a hole |
| Why do I feel so alone? |
| Why do I feel so alone? |
| In my chest there’s a hole |
| I’ve tried to keep it full |
| But there’s a break in the hull |
| Depression floods like frozen water’s cold |
| Is this life drowning me? |
| I am a ship lost out at sea |
| Eight years ago I admitted a dream |
| To chase it I had to give up everything |
| But the things I’ve learned and the things I’ve found |
| All of them made me who I am now |
| All of them made me who I am now |
| After years on the road |
| It was never my home (never my home) |
| After years on the road |
| It was never my home (never my home) |
| My home is in the words you sing |
| Every letter of the notes you bring |
| Every story you tell of feeling alive |
| When you hear these words |
| And you change your life |
| You change your mind, the way you think |
| These words last forever on your skin in ink |
| (Oooh, oooh) |
| My home is in your heart |