Short Way Home

It's a long time ago on my grave
 As the judge comes down with the gavel
 And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground
 It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel
 You try (you try)
 You try (you try)
 You try to find the short way home
 Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
 To try to find the way back home
 Familiar signs, the rails alight
 They disappeared one by one
 And your fate's been sealed by the turning of the wheel
 And the setting of the evening sun
 So you crawl on by the light of the moon
 Cross the reeds and over the hours
 And you pray that you make it to the breakin' of the day
 You're tryin' to find a way back home
 You try (you try)
 You try (you try)
 You're tryin' find the short way home
 Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
 You're tryin' to find the way back home
 Mother why'd you have to go and clip my golden wings?
 I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
 You put me down in the darkest well
 And still that water stings
 I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
 Mother why'd you have to go and clip my golden wings?
 I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
 You put me down in the darkest well
 And still that water stings
 I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
 Mother why'd you have to go and clip my dirty wings?
 I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
 You put me down in the deepest well
 And still that water stings
 I'm gonna fly off this building all the same
 It's a long time ago on my grave
 As the judge comes down with the gavel
 And the rain it looked like the blood on the ground
 It shook the grass and the leaves and the gravel
 And You try (you try)
 You try (you try)
 You try to find the short way home
 Over roots, bloody knees and the bent over trees
 You're tryin' to find the way back home
 You're tryin' to find the way back home
 You'd die to find the short way home