I'll decide in a moment's time to turn away and leave it all behind. So inclined, somewhere I would draw the line. The ground is hard, the treasure fine, so let it go. Wake up, wake up, we're almost home.
Tied to the sky when I was a child I'd run and hide to be at your side. So inclined, somewhere I would draw the line. I'd dream until the stars were mine. We're almost home.