Verse 1
Lately I've been talking in my sleep
But I've heard that talk can be cheap
Still I wonder out loud and I sigh
I try to speak the truth and not lie
Besides the truth I've got nothing much left to say
So I'm sliding out of bed and I'm welcoming another day

VERSE 2
I do not stumble when I walk
Because I don't have room or space to crawl
So I'm trying not to step on the cracks
And I keep my lines straight like a freight on its tracks
You know, I look both ways before I cross the street
By the end of each day I am cursing my tired feet
By the end of each day I am blessing my tired feet

-CHORUS-
I am finding ways to keep myself warm
I may be winning this war but I am winning it alone
You know I’m trying to find the eye of this storm
I'm just trying to find my way back home

VERSE 3
So now we're running with this weight on our backs
And we're watching each step
on treacherous and narrow paths
But every time there is a fork in the road
We are just getting use to our heavy loads
And we're so tired from the choosing
that we haven't got the strength for trying
And I'm so tired of living just
because I am afraid of dying
But I won't give up fighting for this pilgrimage
I call surviving

-CHORUS 2-
We are finding ways to keep ourselves warm
They may be winning this war but they are winning it alone
You know, we're trying to find the eye of this storm
Yes, we are trying to find our way back home
Yes, we must find our way back home
Yes, we will find our way back home



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