Which Way Home Video (MV)

Back turned, I'm facing the next morning sun
It's alright, mama, let me have my fun
Keep an eye out for yourself with all them guns

I can see it with closed eyes
I can feel it in my bones
Bang! Bang! goes the whole kaleidoscope of white folk
'Cause nobody wanna pray for 'em
Would I assume being in collusion with the rats
Holed up for choosing to stay in place, if I could

Every day I'm further away
Makes it harder to remember home

Back turned, I'm facing the next morning sun
It's alright, mama, let me have my fun
Keep an eye out for yourself with all them guns

I can hear it when you sigh
You're all tired but you won't let go
Being so far makes me cry
Wish I could come back
But do I really wanna when the lead clown cries that
Cold facts can't hold a light to the truth that he beholds
Like fugee boats don't float they capsize
That's why they're sleeping on the ocean floor

Every day I'm further away
Makes it harder to remember home

Back turned, I'm facing the next morning sun
It's alright, mama, let me have my fun
Keep an eye out for yourself with all them guns