If I don't change my ways, I'm in all kinds of trouble when I get home
I'm constantly amazed by my own stubborn lack of self control
To my father's house I have to walk this road
Though the streets are wild ruthless I will go
To my father's house, my fa, my father's house I roam
I'll roam
I'm watching myself grow, I'm finding strength in seeking the unknown
And I will shine my light when the road seems rough and overgrown, overgrown
To my father's house I have to walk this road
Though the streets are cold and lawless I will go
To my father's house, my fa, my father's house I roam
I'll roam
But all's not lost, you know. All's not lost you know
I keep on moving, moving ahead
Forget the ways you fall. Forget the times you fade
Look at how you've changed and stayed. So pick up your bags and carry on, carry on
To my father's house I have to walk this road
Though my enemy surrounds me I will go
To my father's house, my fa, my father's house I roam
I'll roam
If I don't change my ways I'm in all kinds of trouble when I get home
