The moon has blocked the sun   That I haven?t seen for days   It walks the street as the chimneys burn   I?ll drink some beer as to find my way      My way home, my way home   My way home, my way home      The streets were made for horse and cart   They talk to mine behind close doors   Stood in the rain to feel the part   This maze I stand of concrete walls      My way home, my way home   My way home, my way home      Suspicious corpse without a face   The screen light?s a hidden dim   This black hawk can?t find its place   Through the night we swim      My way home, my way home   My way home, my way home