When the plane lands in the morning, are you coming alone? When you left town was it pouring, are you missing your home? A little house in the hill where it never rains It's the things that we want Make us leave again, make us whole Oh on your, on your way, on your own Oh on your, on your way back home It's the things that we want that will never change It's the way that you walk thru the pouring rain on your own And I think that it's time for a reckoning got a ways to go And find that perfect place on your own Oh on your, on your way, on your own Oh on your, on your way back home City lights are calling, calling out to you City lights are blinding, blinding shining thru It's the perfect place Oh on your, on your way, on your own Oh on your, on your way back home