Ticket Home Songtext
von Sandra McCracken

A record store, a familiar place
There are people all around
I′m alone here with the noise in my head
As it mingles with the stereo sound

And there's something in the melody
Of a song that I can barely hear
And it resonates your place in me
Some place deeper than the tears

But I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there′s something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out of here

This regret feels like wild horses
Rushing over me, three times a day
Just when I think I can reconcile it
I'm down again, without anything to say


And I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out
Yes, it calls me, it calls me out of here

Dreamt I saw your face tonight
It′s funny, wars we choose to fight
Like knowing something is not right
Or knowing when it is

My love awaits at the garden gate
Where the air is warm and sweet
And the flames can′t turn
Where the fire's already has burned
So here is where I′m free

And I have got my ticket home
This will be your last song
And there's something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out

Yes, and I have got my ticket home
This will be my last song
And there′s something rising from my bones
And it calls me, it calls me out of here
Yes, it calls me, it calls me out of here