I’ve seen his face beforenand I wonder what it meansnthree lonely fi gures standing at my doornand one he spoke to menwith a letter from my homenand a fever in his eyesna chill went through my bonesnand I bid my host goodbyenhe gave me no replynand I never looked behindnYou’ve gotta get us home right nownThere’s no comfort in the cradle wherenwe sleepnIt’s a land of dark and widenIt won’t let us survive for freenI made my way on trains,nthrough the brick and the lanesnwhere the burnt wrecks lay dead onnthe plainsnand it leaves your heart the samenbut it must be in disguisenif in this distance is my prizenout here sometimes it can play a cruel tricknon the mindnit’s playing one on minenYou’ve gotta get us home right nownThere’s no comfort in the cradle wherenwe sleepnIt’s a land of dark and widenIt won’t let us survive for freenYou’ve gotta get us homenyou’ve gotta lay it in stone