We can't keep ourselves still
Our minds are so far away from here
As we dig our toes in the sand
And our bodies touch the cold sea
That's when we say "this is our home"
So take those family portraits off the walls
Cause that's not who we are
We know there ain't no one
Coming forth to carry us home

Together, we will walk these roads
To hell with your streets of gold
They're no longer real to me