Lyrics by Matt Bliton
Our backs are weary and our feet are sore
Can’t remember what we were hoping for
Our backs are weary and our feet are sore
And we are so close to our home.
And we are so close to our home.
We’ve spent long years in captivity
No idea how it’d feel to be free
We’ve spent long years in captivity
We are so close to our home.
The young are restless and the old folks are worn
The sky wouldn’t rain and the food’s running low
The young are restless and the old folks are worn
We are so close to our home
The mountains are high and the valleys are low
We didn’t know which way we should go
The mountains are high and the valleys are low
We are so close to our home
All that we need is waiting inside
And we are so close to our home
All that we need is waiting inside
We are so close to our home