The Way Home
James Vincent, Patrick Fitzroy, Anna Vincent
Gold on the road
To pave the way home
Living in the half light
Wonder where a year went
A handful of dirt
To throw after it
No one's leaving flowers
Something's waking up now
When the kindest word is hard to find
Turning on ourselves and taking sides
In the end we're only wasting time
On each other we rely, rely, rely
Glitter on the crowd
Another burning town
Is that what you call a victory?
You're hiding your eyes now
All that you hate
You're fed fat on it
Fighting for the wishbone
I'd rather go hungry
When the kindest word is hard to find
Turning on ourselves and taking sides
In the end we're only wasting time
On each other we rely, rely, rely