I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
Although now,
Most of my days I spend alone.

A thousand miles,
From the place I was born.
But when she wakes me,

She takes me back home.

Now, most days,

I spend like a child.
Who's afraid of ghosts in my mind.
I know, there ain't nothing out there.

I'm still afraid to turn on the lights.

I am at ease in the arms of a woman.

Although now,
Most of my days I spend alone.
A thousand miles,

The place I was born.
When she wakes me,
She takes me back home.


A thousand miles,
The place I was born.

When she wakes me,
She takes me back home.


I am at ease in the arms of a woman.
Although now,
Most of my days I spend alone.

A thousand miles,
From the place I was born.
When she wakes me,

She takes me...
Yeah, when she wakes me,
She takes me back home.

When she wakes me,
She takes me back home.