In the fading of a shot glass Comes a minor overhaul The neighbors have their reasons For sending out a call When the passion starts to bleed And the challenge takes its toll When the doubts begin to linger We all want to go back home Everyone tries Basic disguise Visible secrets Everyone tries  In the spiral of an instant As the days begin to fold  When the path becomes a reason For the stories we’ve been sold When the journey takes a detour To a place we seldom go When destination falters We all want to go back home Everyone tries Basic disguise Visible secrets Everyone tries  Still as the darkness - truths we have made Mist on the morning - reasons we stayed Still in the moment - dreams start to fade Sand through the fingers - just one more day