Some days come around
Smiles turn to frowns
Wipe the dirt from your eyes
There's nothing left to hide
Well I just can't wait
I'm heading home
And it's getting real late
And my fingers are stone
Well I just can't wait
I'm heading home
And it's getting real late
And my fingers are stone
I just want a place to be free
To live my life and be me
Sleep underneath the shade
Of the crashed dual-engine plane
Well I just can't wait
I'm heading home
And it's getting real late
And my fingers are stone
Well I just can't wait
I'm heading home
And it's getting real late
And my fingers are stone