I been thinkin’ ‘bout fame, thinking bout leavin’
Thinkin’ ‘bout people and walkin’ away
Cause I’ve seen all their faces and tried hard to please them
But it left me so empty at the end of the day
Deep inside me something’s beckoning
A voice from back home
By the time you start lookin’ for me
I’ll be long gone
I need wide open spaces
I need rivers that flow
I need to find where my faith is
Give me the desert, I’ll make it my home
I’m tired of the race, tired of pretending
Tired of the pressure to just stay ahead
Can’t take the pace it just seems unending
If this is living I’d rather be dead
Chorus
Deep inside me something’s beckoning
A voice from back home
By the time you start lookin’ for me
I’ll be long gone
