drift from place to place to nowhere   the map is full of dead end roads   the dreams are all dark or forgotten   my ears are always ringing where my phone does not.   but when you're lost   do you stay put and wait for help   or do you seek to find your way?   risking becoming further lost   all i want is a place to call my own   a place to call my own.   drift from place to place to somewhere   the map is full of borderlines   the dreams are all dark or distorted   my fears are always rising where my heart does not   but when you're lost do you stay where you are   or do you you seek to find your way?   risking becoming further lost   all we want is a place to call our own   a place to call our own.