I don’t know…




I don’t know if I want to go home,
To the place that once was my own.

I don’t know what my children will say,
I’ve been so bad while I’ve been away.

I feel their anger and fear,
And I don’t want their tears,
Don’t know if I want to go home.

I don’t know the prices I will pay,
What price the demons that you slay?

Will she be waiting for me?
Longing for me, dreaming of me?
Praying I’m coming back to her,

I don’t know if I‘ll live or I’ll die,
But I know I want to see you for a while.

Yet the wheels of my car
Are carrying me far,
Telling me I’ve got to go home.

I don’t know if I want to go home,
To a place that was once my own.

2005