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I could be a Hallmark card and know exactly what to say
Or I could fumble my words and remain far away
I could be a man of faith and answer questions everyday
I ask myself in private and swim in my own wake

Sometimes it seems when it comes to my dreams
You look the other way
Could it just be I'm stuck between a rock and hard place?
I can't see me living any other way than broke and suffering
Someone free me from the heavy chains of normality

So should I go and walk away
From seven long years of marginal stability?
Do you still pray when you're all alone?
Will I ever fall asleep on the phone again?
If it hurts, then I'll let it
Tingling spine and finger tips

It's a comfort to know, when you're on the road
That anywhere else you can go, just call it home
It's a comfort to know, when you're on the road
That anywhere else you can go, just call it home