Is there somewhere we could go
To find a place, to find a home?
I’ve been searching for hope within
A suitcase and a bag of notes
Thinkin’, man we’ve gotta get back up again.

Would the curtains of a house
Be enough to shield the darkness out?
Now my path is wide and rocks and streams don’t step aside
Could i feel secure by locking me inside?

Could my home be hallelujah?

Would the shingles of a roof
Keep me dry when i am overcome?
Cause when rain washes over me
I’ll need a place to dry my feet;
Could i know i’m safe and warm
With tethered wings?

Could my home be hallelujah?

I’m tryin’ move on with warpaint in my lungs
I’m tryin’ move on and find a place that I love
But finding home is harder when you’re scared of everything
I’m finding needles in my pocket — scar tissue in my veins

Could my home be hallelujah?

If birds fell like rain,
And sun melted like snow,
In times like these,
I’d feel less alone

When the strong one cries,
On a bench in July,
Needing time to change like freckles on my bones

Moving, isn’t easy
When warpaint doesn’t settle beneath your skin
Be strong, doesn’t mean much
When memory’s all there is to move on

If i fell like snow,
And learned to let go
In times like these,
I wouldn’t need to know

When the strong one cries,
On a bench in July,
What would happen to the years ahead of time

Moving, isn’t easy
When warpaint doesn’t settle beneath your skin
Be strong, doesn’t mean much
When memory’s all there is to move on

When the strong one cries, I’ll wait for you
When the strong one cries, I’ll sing for you
Cause warpaint goes against the seams of lonely hearts and broken dreams

When the strong one cries,
On a bench in July,
I’ll know rain is just a pattern to overcome

Moving, isn’t easy
When warpaint doesn’t settle beneath your skin
Be strong, doesn’t mean much
When memory’s all there is to move on