When I'm underground, and no place to be foundyou'll find
another way, around the bend, and I'll carry on cuz
there's no place like home, and I'll supply the end
weather's changing climate's fading feeling left behind,
come around, if lost or found, I'm coming home, I'm
coming home And if I find my way back home, will you
catch me when I fall? And when I've seen too many days,
will you catch me when I fall? weather's changing
climates fading feeling left behind, when I'm losing
touch and lots of ground, you'll come around, lost or
found, I'm coming home, I'm coming...