Long after the lure of home was lost We were holed up in our room In the guest room of my parent's house That was once my bedroom We had spent so much time waiting And wanting to come home That when we came back, we came without purpose Or it was all spent up Then, home was a concrete reminder Of how little we had actually done with our lives Or of how barren a future can look without purpose These are the moments that define you How long the night before it's dawn? How long the hours? We were down but not out We held our heads up high Our hearts were ripe with hope