Back Home (Indie Rock version)

[Verse 1] Back home the doors were never locked by day Back home my name was never hard to say I left believing I would soon return The way the young believe, the way they learn [Chorus] My work is good, my hands are full But there's a thread, I feel it pull It runs from me across the sea Back to the land that made me me [Verse 2] Back home the lullabies were always sung In what is now my rusty mother tongue The missing words come back to me at night And morning scatters them with its first light [Chorus] My work is good, my hands are full But there's a thread, I feel it pull It runs from me across the sea Back to the land that made me me [Bridge] They ask me where I'm from, I pause too long And both my answers somehow come out wrong I give the answer printed on my card The truer answer waits till I'm off guard [Verse 3] I used to count the miles like they were debt Like something I could pay off or forget But distance isn't owed and isn't paid It's just the stage on which my life is played [Chorus] My work is good, my hands are full But there's a thread, I feel it pull It runs from me across the sea Back to the land that made me me [Verse 4] Back home the doors were never locked by day Back home my name was never hard to say I left believing I would soon return The way the young believe, before they learn [Final Chorus] My work is good, my hands are full But there's a thread, I feel it pull It runs from me across the sea Back to the land that made me me [Outro] Back home, back home The thread still runs, I feel it pull Back to the land that made me me