I wake each morning in the jungle
To the sound of a thousand hearts
I know that my time will always be defined
By whether I can hold it all apart
And I'm waiting for the sun to start shining
I'm waiting for the neon light's glow
I think about a place where I can find some space
Thinking about going back home
The stones that have rolled through my windows
The names that have changed with time
Float by on the stream of a midnight summer's dream
A screenplay that's only in my mind
And I'm standing in a meadow made of concrete
Where the trees are made of steel and chrome
I think about a place where I can find some space
Thinking about going back home
Now there's nothing left to do but remember
There's nothing left to say but goodnight
No one left to meet along this empty street
Gonna find someone I love and hold them tight
And I'm waiting for the birds to start singing
I'm waiting for the wind to blow
I'm going to a place where I've got a little space
Going back, going back home