Matt Brouwer. Where's Our Revolution. All the Way. Zeneszám

All the way is where I hear you calling me
All the way, all the way back again
Like a lonely river running to the sea
All the way, all the way back again

All the way back home
To a place of rest for every weary soul
All the way back home
Come and save me
I can?t make it on my own

There?s a dark cloud over every step I take
Like a sickness that the body just can?t shake
There?s a thirst that my addictions cannot quell
So lead me on and out
Of where I?m prone to dwell

All the way back home
To a place of rest for every weary soul
All the way back home

Come and save me
I can?t make it on my own

There?s a burning fire just behind the eyes
Of the seeking who awake to recognize
That it?s a long and winding road to kingdom come
On the way, Father thy will be done

All the way back home
To a place of rest for every weary soul
All the way back home
Come and save me
I can?t make it on my own
Come and save me
I can?t make it on my own
Come and save me
I can?t make it on my own