Home sick by Hangnail
ItÃ¦Å Â¯ been way too long, since IÃ¦Å Â³e seen a familiar face around.
Countless the days before me,
I take them on, one at a time, until IÃ¦Å Â¦ there.
Home is on its way,
DonÃ¦Å Â° worry about tomorrow itÃ¦Å Â¯ just one day closer.
Seems so far away,
I know that when we get there these feelings of desireÃ¦Å Â¯ overcome.
WeÃ¦Å Â³e been here so long,
And it seems things are getting out of hand.
Watching the world wasting, wasting away,
I close my eyes, with confidence I tell myself.