Find My Way Back Home

Find My Way Back Home - Sons Of Bill/S. Wilson

Written by：S. Wilson

There's an empty hall

And it echos back at you

It's like an empty freightline rollin' through the dead of night

No end in sight and nowhere to go

With no one to call your own

There ain't no voice on the other end of the telephone

Oh and I wish I could see that smile

And hold it in a frame just for a while

Take me to the edge of the highway

Find my way back home

There's a flood of tears

They're just falling down like rain

They spill into your empty bourbon glass

Pour it out fill it up again

Until you feel no pain

Wander to that bar and everybody's having fun

They don't understand

If I could see that smile

And hold it in a frame just for a while

Take me to the edge of the highway

Find my way back home

There's a mirrored wall

And it's starin' back at you

It's like an empty freightline rollin' through the dead of night

No end in sight and nowhere to go

With no place to call your home

There ain't no voice on the other end of the telephone

Oh and I wish I could see that smile

And hold it in a frame just for a while

Take me to the edge of the highway

Find my way back home

Yeah I find my way back home

Yeah I find my way back home

Yeah I find my way back home