Til I Get Home

by Matthew Welde

you're holding hands with the hands of time 

tracing your past, each step that you take

reaching a summit you know you must climb 

for its fear and not love that leads to heartache 

look a bit close, see what you find

you overcome danger, you cut through the lies 

you know where you’re going so the rest of you dies 

there’s a big light shining at the end of the line

and you are holding hands with the hands of time

they look upon you with pity and grief 

saying chasing the wind won’t lead nowhere at all

you look at them and say life is so brief

and you have no wits to pay no mind to the call

they are not you and you are not them

so follow the vision that’s recurring again

your soul knows it’ll happen but it doesn’t know when

this old world knows no stronger force than belief

but they look upon you with pity and grief

death comes but once, once and for all

but it is death you must thank from the moment you crawl

and to death say you cheers I’ll meet you someday 

and until that day comes I’ll be making my way

making my way from the places I’ve roamed 

and I’ll be making my way til I get back home

 

this is a test, make no mistake

to see if you’re honest enough with yourself

the answers are hiding in front of your face 

and satan is minding the gates of hell

so do as you wish with the knowledge you’ve gained

death’s undefeated, no one remains

and if you don’t know that beauty lies just beyond pain

then you’ve never gone far enough for goodness sake

this is only a test, make no mistake 

 

death comes but once, once and for all

but it is death you must thank from the moment you crawl

and to death say you cheers I’ll meet you someday 

and until that day comes I’ll be making my way

making my way from the places I’ve roamed 

and I’ll be making my way til I get back home