Direction Home

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

Up in the cold blue sky
White plane's still flyin' by
I didn't know my way
Hope it's not too late
To find my own
Direction home

I tried so hard to get it right
I think about the lovely bride
I couldn't walk away
Hope it's not too late
To find my own
Direction home

I look to the crack in the wall
Your ring is rollin' down the floor
And you walk through the door
Don't look behind, just go
To find your own
Direction home