How Will I Ever Find My Way Home?

I'm leaving here Getting out of this place Leaving here Getting out of this place Only certain kinds of people Can take these things Get up in the morning I'm paying my bills Watching a storm cloud form over the hills It appears I was waiting for my old self I don't know what I'm made of Or where from I came Don't even seem to remember my name Or why the ghost's alive in this cave They say she's on the run It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over And thought then can turn action And I dig and I dig and I dig and I dig 'Til my head is so sick and so clear I'm leaving here Getting out of this place Leaving here Getting out of this place Only certain kinds of people Can take these things I'm tired and lost and feeling blown Running around in a field, just out of my skull How will I ever find my way home? Get up in the morning I'm paying my bills Watching a storm cloud form over the hills It appears I was talking to my own self They say she's on the run It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over Then thought turns into action And I dig, and I dig, and I dig, and I dig 'Til my head is so sick and so clear I'm leaving here Getting out of this place Leaving here Getting out of this place Only certain kinds of people Can take these things I'm tired and lost and feeling blown Running around in a field, just out of my skull How will I ever find my way home? How will I ever find my way home? --- How Will I Ever Find My Way Home? - Sea Power