Waiting for the Country
I’ve walked a dusty track,
I’ve made a bed of sand,
I’ve taken charity,
I’ve offered up my hand,
I know it’s not the way it goes,
But I know I’ve got to get back home,
How long I’ve been waiting for the country,
How long I’ve been waiting to get home,
I’ve crossed the double lines,
Been locked in bricks and steel,
Traced lines across my face,
Just to know it’s real,
Been caught up in the race,
I tried to cut a deal,
I’m always second place,
Somebody’s at the wheel,
I know it’s not the way it goes,
But I know I’ve got to get back home,
How long been waiting for the country,
How long I’ve been walking on this track,
To get home,
The people moving fast,
Same look that’s in their eyes,
The news that’s on the wall,
Has come to be their lives,
I’ve passed the drunken crowds,
I’ve passed the violet haze,
I’m making peace with dogs,
Just trying to find my way,
Back home,
I’ve got to get back home,
Back home,
It’s where I’ve got to go
