My home

Tryin' to wake up
Holding on to things that you've said
Sleep in my eyes
I'm tied with a rope to my bed

There's a place for us
For me and you to run and be free

This world's made of stone, but I know
This world's not my home, not my home

I want to live
For something much more than myself
If there's a way
Then take my life off of the shelf.