I feel like we're tumbling on the edge of something just
Waiting for the truth to come home
Waiting for the truth to come home
We used to prospect for gold back then
Down in the creek beds no others dared
Now you act so defeatist
Don't act so
I wonder what left you so ensnared
You'd go and sow your own sheets with dread
Don't act so defeatist
Don't act so
And I feel like we're tumbling on the edge of something just
Waiting for the truth to come home
Waiting for the truth to come home
When we go back to that place again
Track marked like your comb through hair
And you act so defeatist
You act so
All those memories that we had shared
They're not as real when you're standing there
Don't act so defeatist
Don't act so
I feel like we're tumbling on the edge of something just
Waiting for the truth to come home
Waiting for the truth to come home
Come home
Come home
