The Way Home

The Airborne Toxic Event

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Lying still, head awake,
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eyes closed tight and thoughts ablaze,
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It’s coursing like a river going through my mind,
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taking hits from the hands of time.
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A           D     A
Silence can be so odd,
           F#m                   E        A
it’s like looking around for the eyes of God,
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There’s a truth somewhere that I just can’t find,
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taking hits from the hands of time.
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       A                  D          A
And I wonder if you were here right now,
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would you sit with me beneath this darkened shroud?
          A                D           A
In this prison built from bricks of shame,
          F#m          E       A
I want to tear it down to the frame.
A  D   A      F#m   E   A
         A                   D        A
If you smash your life up against the wall,
            F#m                        E       A
you want to break it like a bottle and just let go,
             A                 D     A
But I don’t know if there’s a God at all,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more.
         F#m                            D
And the hours go by endlessly, and the days were spent breathlessly,
         F#m                                  A
and the nights begging for some sleep. Oh the endless time alone.
         F#m                                  E
And the faces of the boys in line, there was fear in their eyes, and they all,
                           A    D   A      F#m   E   A
We just want to find a way home            home
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home          home
       A                       D        A
I can hear the birds, see the light outside,
      F#m                 E        A
stand up like a man and swallow my pride,
       A                     D     A
I can write these words down in a rhyme.
             F#m                   E         A
They’ve been beaten from me by the hands of time.
         A              D        A
I don’t know why it’s always this way,
       F#m                    E        A
and I hang my head low in the light of day,
        A                   D       A
All I know is I’m tired of being afraid,
         F#m                       E          A
I got to walk this road on these bricks I’ve laid.
         F#m                                  D
All the trumpets and the marching bands, the thunder claps and trembling hands,
        F#m                                  A
all the people stood up in the stands, and I just felt so alone,
            F#m                                    E
‘Cause the halos looked like rusted chains in the light  As we screamed in the dark,
                            A    D   A          F#m  E   A
I just wanted to find a way home
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home
A  D   A      F#m   E   A      A  A
A                     D        A
The truth is I’m not brave or sure,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more,
         A                   D       A
I don’t know what I’ve been waiting for,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more.
A                     D        A
The truth is I’m not brave or sure,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more,
         A                   D       A
I don’t know what I’ve been waiting for,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more.
             A                         D         A
And I don’t know if this road will end at your door,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more,
        A                  D        A
I don’t even know what I’m heading for,
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more.
       F#m                    E       A
I just know I can’t live like this no more.
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