With the seasons winding down We were going through the wreckage of our youth There was a small and subtle sound That I followed in hopes that I'd find truth But home never really felt much like home I want to feel it in my bones I hope it's somewhere out there Somewhere out there And God, does he ever reveal the plot? Has he given this place much thought? I hope he's somewhere out there Somewhere out there now There were roses painted red So we pulled them down and used them for their thorns They placed a crown upon your head And you felt it from the moment you were born But home never really felt much like home I want to feel it in my bones I hope it's somewhere out there, somewhere out there And God, does he ever reveal the plot? Has he given this place much thought? I hope he's somewhere out there Somewhere out there now