Full studio recording with a live string quartet. Real instruments played by real people.
Lyrics
There are those who say
the road to truth
Is a cauldasac
Fueled on truths
you thought were new
only to circle back
To the road from which you drove
with a different view
From other side of the road
And so it goes, you can’t go home
You’re all alone this ride
And so it goes, you can’t go home
So don’t hold back this time
Pulse of the pavement
tires on cement
it Cracks and changes
Like lines on faces
You’re the only one
the only son
The Sky is always blue
in the next place
you’re going to
And so it goes, you can’t go home
You’re all alone this ride
And so it goes, you can’t go home
So don’t hold back this time