When my heart shuts down, I don't speak
'Cause behind the muffled beating, I am weak
The earth is ripped with cracks beneath my feet
One word more, they become craters
One word more, they become craters
Oh, the wind in my hair, it sings my song
To be a wanderer and to go home
Oh, the wind in my hair, it sings my song
To be a wanderer, to be a wanderer and to go home
For a million years, tears were shed
Memories were layered softly bed by bed
Once the last dam broke, the rivers bled
Making way to new beginnings
Making way to new beginnings
Oh, the wind in my hair, it sings my song
To be a wanderer and to go home
Oh, the wind in my hair, it sings my song
To be a wanderer, to be a wanderer and to go home
Oh, the wind in my hair, it sings my song
To be a wanderer and to go home
Oh, the wind in my hair, it sings my song
To be a wanderer, to be a wanderer and to go home
It sings my song, it sings my song
To be a wanderer
To be a wanderer, to be a wanderer and to go home
