Yes I hate the way I feel And it makes no sense, Five months gone and all I got - Pretty pink flowers on a chain link fence. 'Nd I don't like what it means 'Cause I know There is more to come. I can't go home without chrysanthemum. I walk around lost And I don't know why. I don't see the faces, Or the places That I should recognize. It's like that dream Where it feels like home But it don't look right. Yes I will look everywhere tonight. I will not stop until I make things right. I can't go home until I see the sun. I can't go home without chrysanthemum. No I can't go home without chrysanthemum.