The tide announces resignation early Little pieces in the sand I swore I'd never see again When the water makes its move and leaves me thirsty I'll do everything I can to reel my bottles in Dry spell, must travel The careful planning quickly comes unraveled Sittin' high up in my saddle Surrounded by the callousness of gravel It's more than I can handle Can you help me handle Where should I go? Which direction is most promisin'? You promised me protection Be it a road, or question I'm always hoping for a divine intervention I learned my lesson in Tacoma Night Terror I wanna go home I take myself to task I work in earnest But everything I make takes but a minute to decay More doubt than benefit, I fled the circus And I almost got away but something scared me back again Night time intrusions, Seems like my dreams and destiny are in collusion I try to wake up, but nothin' doin' It's hard to navigate in my confusion Has everything thus far been an illusion? Where should I go? Which direction is most promisin'? You promised me protection Be it a road, or question I'm always hoping for a divine intervention I learned my lesson, in Tacoma Night Terror I wanna go home Home Home Home Home