How do you know which way to go I ask you
There always seems to be someone that knows better
When you ask left or right
Into the day or outta the night
But at the end of the path no matter how tattered and torn you are
I take the long road home
I take the long road home
And I take the long road home
I take the long road home
How can you know which way is home you ask me
Take a look into the soul and you will see direction.
Draw out your map, hold up your light
Keep it close cause it's alright
But at the end of the night no matter how bruised or burnt you are
I take the long road home
I take the long road home
And I take the long road home
I take the long road home
I take the long road home
I take the long road home
And I take the long road home
I take the long road home