The light of morning comes
And I have left my home
The summer berries come and they go
On Londonderry Road
They told me I'd be okay
Now I got nowhere left to stay
I know I'm skin and bones
But my Father's got my soul
Home
Almost
Home
Home
I'm almost
Home
My blade is in the blood
Of tension good enough
The calling and the cure
The artist on the floor
Home
Almost
Home
Home
I'm almost
Home
A song is in the trees
And I've been on my knees
I've almost caught the wind
My God is leaning in