Ben Moody - Going Home

As I slip into the fall of night
Caught between the hands of time
Now the words that never found their way
Suddenly, they are all mine

Sleep, now sleep
Dawn will come to warm
And wake you
Morning breaks
Going home

As my life begins to leave me
A stranger reaches out his hand
Through all the ash and dust, he leaves me
A life that I don't understand

Sleep, now sleep
Dawn will come to warm
And wake you
Morning breaks
Going home

Sleep, now sleep
Dawn will come to warm
And wake you
Morning breaks
Going home
Going home
Going home