Take Me Home

I feel like I sold my soul
I feel like I sold my soul
And my weary feet won't take me home

The darkness left my light overcome
The darkness left me out here on my own
Now my eyes can't see the way to go
And my weary feet won't take me home

Lost my woman, lost my friends, lost my alibi
And the bottle where I found my hope gone run dry

Ain't showered in months, it's even longer since I shaved
I've been spent far too long, far too long now to be saved
I can't ask for mercy for the way that I've behaved
No rolling the stones from the path that I done paved

Too late now, too late to take me home
Afraid now, so afraid but I'm better off alone
I'm praying but I'm dying out here and I know my chance is blown
And these weary, broken, dirty feet won't take me home



© 2012 Lewis Boulton