I wish I was a soldier in service to an angel
and when the angel called me I'd draw my sword
the hand of violence would be made righteous
for I'd only go to war on the word of the lord

If you want to find me it's never too much trouble
just look for the wreckage I've left behind
every new day the same old mistakes
some say I learn slowly and others say I'm blind

Home, Home, Home We all go home
Father and mother, sister and brother
One way or another we all go home
We all go home

I don't think I've ever been a place I'm supposed to be
always on the road to somewhere else
maybe someday soon the stars will share their secrets
point me to a place I can find myself

Home, Home, Home We all go home
Father and mother, sister and brother
One way or another we all go home
We all go home