Where do I go
I don't know
I want to find my home
I feel low
And alone
I want to find my home

I've been a leaf flying through the wind
Never staying still
And now it seems that the breeze is dead
I'm all alone on a hill
It's a fall either way I go
It's only down from here
I should have stayed upon my tree
This grass is not greener

Where do I go
I don't know
I want to find my home
I feel low
And alone
I want to find my home
(I want to find my home)

I've been a leaf laying still and dry
It's been a hell of a time
I'd like some rain though I will suffice
Just for one last ride
Seems no end to this current trend
I hope that I'm not right
Though I guess when I move, what's next?
Should I stay a while?