I'm going home if I can find onenIt seems my hope has run drynWhere will it be,nThat I'll be wonderingnTill the end of timennTake your time, take your timenTo go down, down in flamesnOf this mess, sick and tired,nYou just run terrifiednnI'd run if I knew a place to run tonBut I still don't know where it's atnHow does it feel to have been hidingnFor all this time?nnWhen I look backnI see myself in your facenWhen I look backnI see myself in your placenWhen I look backnI see myself in your face