I Would Miss My Home If I Knew Where It Was Songtext

I left my basement to the sound of the leaves and a distant roar of a thousand cars putting cracks in the street on the city's floor. Stomp my ignorance to an orchestra of life then bury it with the tuneless noise that fills up my insides.



I followed the street lines back to some place I can barely call home on a sorrowed retreat where you might have stayed to prolong my false hope. I would miss my home if I knew where it was, but there's a knowing now and it's not enough. It can never be enough.



It keeps happening. I knot the rope and cut it loose, establish ties to a lack of proof, for I knew it'd be dark down this road. I walk a path I can't turn back and let it ring through the pitch black. Through everything.