You want to go back home, you say to me,
To find that everything could be as it was?
Yeah. So do I. Oh, how I wish I could...
I want to walk down to my grandpa's house
Where my mother is home with her bright smile
And a cheerful "Hello, my cutie bear."
But there is no end to the sad and suck--
No normal to which I can return to--
Just a deep quiet and abiding grief...
But, yet, there is the smallest of hopes--
That some rainbows will cross the sky again;
That the sun will rise to dawn one morning...
-- Not to sweep aside the pain and heartache --
But to glimmer on the roads ahead...