it s a long time ago on my grave as the judge comes down with the gavel and the rain it looked like the blood on the ground it shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel you try you try you try to find the short way home over roots bloody knees and the bent over trees to try to find the way back home familiar signs the rays of light they disappeared one by one and your fate s been sealed by the turning of the wheel and the setting of the evening sun so you crawl on by the light of the moon cross the reeds and over the hours and you pray that you make it to the breakin of the day you re tryin to find a way back home you try you try you re tryin find the short way home over roots bloody knees and the bent over trees you re tryin to find the way back home mother why d you have to go and clip my golden wings i m gonna fly off this building all the same you put me down in the darkest well and still that water stings i m gonna fly off this building all the same mother why d you have to go and clip my golden wings i m gonna fly off this building all the same you put me down in the darkest well and still that water stings i m gonna fly off this building all the same mother why d you have to go and clip my dirty wings i m gonna fly off this building all the same you put me down in the deepest well and still that water stings i m gonna fly off this building all the same it s a long time ago on my grave as the judge comes down with the gavel and the rain it looked like the blood on the ground it shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel and you try you try you try to find the short way home over roots bloody knees and the bent over trees you re tryin to find the way back home you re tryin to find the way back home you d die to find the short way home