| All that junk you filled our bones with, |
| It fills us, too. |
| All that junk you filled our bones with, |
| It fills us, too |
| All that junk you filled our bones with, |
| It fills us, too, but… |
| Now you’re a ghost, you can find |
| A home away from here |
| I always wanted to find a home away from here |
| Out in the field so weighted for the first time |
| All that rope you hang your neck with, |
| It left a mark |
| All that rope you hang your neck with, |
| It left a mark |
| All that rope you hang your neck with, |
| It left a mark, but… |
| Now you’re a ghost, you can find |
| A home away from here |
| I always wanted to find a home away from here |
| Out in the field so grounded for the first time |
| All that river swept you under |
| Carried us, too |
| All that river swept you under, |
| Carried us too |
| All that river swept you under, |
| Carried us too, but… |
| Now you’re a ghost you can find |
| A home away from here |
| I always wanted to find a home away from here |
| Out in the field so anchored for the first time |
| All the wind that blows through your head |
| Makes things new |
| All the wind that blows through your head |
| Makes things new |
| All the wind that blows through your head |
| Makes things new |
| Now you’re a ghost, you can find |
| A home away from here |
| I always wanted to find a home away from here |
| When will I watch you take off for the last time? |