That house was full of stranger’s stuff
And not nearly full enough of silence
So I locked that door, and I left that key
To find somewhere I could be in silence

In the spaces between night and day
I walked that neighbourhood alone

Without a place to call my own
Without a place to call my own

That end of town it knew no rest
Those streets had never slept in silence
So I held out for the dawn, but its sirens and alarms
Dragged me further from the arms of silence

Out of town into the wilderness
Far from everything I’d known

To find a place to call my own
I’ll find a place to call my own

From the rubble on this winding trail
I will form a cornerstone

And build a place to call my own
I’ll build a place to call my own
I’ll build a place to call my own
I’ll build a place to call my own