Lyrics:

This isn’t the town that I’ve known, what I’ve known is something different. It’s different but long gone. Like an alien, I’m trying to fit, trying to get a grip, looking up and biting my lip.

Do I wanna go home?
While my history is getting to my head, to my head.
Or do I make this my own?

Is there anyone out there, is there anyone?
Is there any one out there, is there anyone?

A prodigal son in the unknown, this isn’t for the weak, trying to speak words that aren’t my own. I’m a radical cog in the system, I might not fit in, but wishing is sitting and I’m going I’m going.

Do I wanna go home?
While my history is getting to my head, to my head.
Or do I make this my own?

Is there anyone out there, is there anyone?
Is there any one out there, is there anyone?