I've got a wound that doesn't heal. Burning out again. Burning out again. I'm not sure which of me is real. I'm alone again. Burning out again. My hope runs underneath it all. The day that I'll be home. It won't be long. I belong. Somewhere past this setting sun. Finally free. Finally strong. Somewhere back where I belong. They're selling shares of me again. But I'm not buying it. I'm not buying it. My wound goes deeper then the skin. There's no hiding it. So I'm not trying it. My hope runs underneath it all. The day that I'll be home. It won't be long. I belong. Somewhere past this setting sun. Finally free. Finally strong. Somewhere back where I belong. Let the weak say I am strong. And it won't be long. Let the right say I was wrong. And it won't be long. Let us find where we belong. Beyond this setting sun. Beyond this setting sun. It won't be long. I belong. Somewhere past this setting sun. Finally free. Finally strong. Somewhere back where I belong