The islands will never be home to me Even though there'll be a special place For the Pupil Hill, the Old Street and the Tollhouse But these islands will never be home to me I am from a house by an old lake And I'm searching for a place Where no one knows my name I come from a city by a lake And I'm searching for a place And I'm searching for a space Looking for the spot, never discovered Free from prejudice, comittments and strife Where I can enjoy the particular and peculiar fire The particular and peculiar fire raging inside Inside of me I come from a house by an old lake And I'm searching for a place Where I can lay my head I grew up in a city by a lake And I'm searching for a place And I'm searching for a name When I see, I feel like no one's alive When I feel, I see that's mostly lies Strongly feeling, this city will never rise There's a city waiting for me Full of fight and loving life An unending saga, an amazing domain With a comforting veneer of familiarity Leave the city that spawned this corroded life Forget the pettiness of these damned times Take up refuge in a stream of signs Find direction among all those different lines Make your mind up, set your price The endgame: "Home is a state of mind"