He calls me to the ocean Takes me wandering through the street A restless imagination But for now I move my feet on the ground Cause I feel like going home I can float above the ceiling I like drifting through the air I tend to lose my concentration But right now the cries don't appeal to much I feel like going home Sometimes late at night While running from the rain Running from the voices Filling up my brain Now I wish they'd leave me alone And let me be To grow up on my own Let me be to go home I feel like going home