They say

home is where the

heart

is, but my h

eart is w

ild and fr

ee

So am I

homeless

,

Or just

heartless?

Did I

start this? Did

it start

me?

They

say fear is

for the

brave, For

cowards never

stare it in the

eye

So am I f

earless t

o be f

earful, Does it take co

urage

to le

arn how to cr

y,

So many

winding

roads

So many

miles to

go, and oh..

Oh they s

ay love is f

or the l

oving

Without

love maybe

nothing is real

So am I

loveless or do

I just

love less

Oh since

love left, I have

nothing left to

fear

So many

winding

roads,

So many

miles to

go

When I start feeling

sick of it all

It

helps to remember I?m a

brick in a wall

who r

uns down from the, h

illside to the s

ea

when I start feeling that it?s

gone too far

I

lie on my back and stare

up at the stars

I w

onder if they?re st

aring back at m

e