I’m coming back home for the Winter And the border patrol said I should stick there for a while It’s got my mind in a flood, and the light gets dimmer As the world gets coldSo now I’m back in my room but it looks different My sisters painted the walls & nothing’s in it anymore But this is the place I found my spirit So I know I’m homeI came to this world as the child of a dream giver Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon When time runs me around, give my word to the grave diggers I’m just passing throughSometimes I wish that lived in the middle of nowhere With a couple of dogs and a ranch on a farm I don’t even like farming or early mornings It just sounds calmAnd I’d marry that girl I met in Texas Then my grandma could hang around for the wedding Now it’s starting to sound like a better ending And that hits hardI came to this world as the child of a dream giver Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon When time runs me around, give my word to the grave diggers I’m just passing throughThere’s a million tangents I been twisting They always lead to regret laced reminiscence in the end Sometimes my mind feels like a prison It just needs some SunSo I’ll walk till the city meets the country Till I’m the only one left in the world Then I’ll write a few songs that go nowhere Like this oneI came to this world as the child of a dream giver Trying to work it all out on my way to the Moon When time runs me around, give my word to the grave digger I’m just passing through
