Going Home Lyrics - Songs - John Fullbright

Bitter hearts from bitter ends 

Crooked limps from crooked mends 

The sun stopped shining 

I'm going home 

Easy come, easy go 

The more I learn, the less I know 

My ears stopped ringing 

I'm going home 

The hole I've worn inside my shoe 

Is where my soul is slipping through 

The sidewalk ended 

I'm going home 

When I left I had a choice 

Lose my mind or lose my voice 

The voice stopped singing 

I'm going home 

I met love, Love met me 

And we agreed to disagree 

The rain stopped falling 

I'm going home 

I've walked through deserts, 

I've sailed on seas 

What the snow wont burn, 

the sun will freeze 

I'm all through walking 

I'm going home.