Illusions of happiness, I thought it was all real
Rows of nice houses, A nice hot meal

  Now there’s…
No place to call home
Now there’s…
No place to call home

  I guess I’ll Just roam
There’s no where to go
I guess I’ll just roam
I’ll go where the wind blows

  Smiling faces around a table, fire keeps us warm
Little did I know, beneath there was a storm

No there’s no unity, no warm beds
No familiar rooms…childhood memories aren’t dead

  You did it all for me, made it seem so sweet
Little did I know, someone else you’d meet