I don't want to go cause i'm holding Holding on to hope The end of my rope is where i'm headed Close to letting go If all I had was one more chance Would I be home, would i be coming home Home is where the grass is green Open eyes can barely see All the distance we leave inbetween Home is where the grass is green Reconize that you don't see Close to home and miles away from me Lying awake no one is calling Calling much too late Nothing feels the same when you are there and I'm so far away