My Father's Father کے بول

I hear something hanging on the wind I see black smoke up around the bend I got my ticket I want to go home The leaves have changed since I were to leave Since the last time the train came through I got my ticket and I want to go home My father's father's blood is on the track A sweet refrain of sin from the past I got my ticket and I'm going to go home The winding roads that led me here burn like coal and dry like tears So here's my hope My tired soul So here's my ticket I want to go home Home Home