beating a stick against a chain-link fence walking a path where nothing ever makes sense singing a song that makes me feel alright think i might finally make it home tonight making my way down an endless road nothing for shelter i am always cold cause i don't have a home i'm always on my own don't have a place where i belong where what i do is never wrong i haven't found my place i know i never will there is no place where i belong the things i do are always wrong fighting off things that try to get me down believing that one day i will be found reaching the crossroad telling life or death the choice i make will completely change myself cause i don't have a home i'm always on my own don't have a place where i belong where what i do is never wrong i haven't found my place i know i never will there is no place where i belong the things i do are always wrong cause i don't have a home i'm always on my own don't have a place where i belong where what i do is never wrong i haven't found my place i know i never will there is no place where i belong the things i do are always wrong beating a stick against a chain-link fence walking a path where nothing ever makes sense singing a song that makes me feel alright think i might finally make it home tonight making my way down an endless road nothing for shelter i am always cold |