I hear something hanging on the wind   I see black smoke up around the bend   I got my ticket   I want to go home      The leaves have changed since I were to leave   Since the last time the train came through   I got my ticket and I want to go home      My father's father's blood is on the track   A sweet refrain of sin from the past   I got my ticket and I'm going to go home      The winding roads that led me here burn like coal and dry like tears   So here's my hope    My tired soul   So here's my ticket   I want to go home   Home   Home