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They say home is where the heart is but my heart is wild and free So am I homeless Or just heartless? Did I start this? Did it start me? They say fear is for the brave For cowards never stare it in the eye So am I fearless to be fearful Does it take courage to learn how to cry So many winding roads So many miles to go and oh.. Oh they say love is for the loving Without love maybe nothing is real So am I loveless or do I just love less Oh since love left I have nothing left to fear So many winding roads So many miles to go When I start feeling sick of it all It helps to remember I'm a brick in a wall who runs down from the hillside to the sea when I start feeling that it's gone too far I lie on my back and stare up at the stars I wonder if they're staring back at me oh when I start feeling sick of it all It helps to remember I'm a brick in a wall who runs down from the hillside to the sea when I start feeling that it's gone too far I lie on my back and stare up at the stars I wonder if they're staring back at me --- Home - Passenger