Angus And Julia Stone:Horse and Cart

The moon has blocked the sun
That I haven't seen for days
It walks the street as the chimneys burn
I'll drink some beers as I find my way

My way home, my way home
My way home, my way home

Th streets were made for horse and cart
They talk to mine behind closed doors

Stood in the rain to feel the part
This maze I stand of concrete walls

My way home, my way home
My way home, my way home

Suspicious corpse without a face
The screen lights a hidden dim

This black hawk can't find its place
Through the night we swim

My way home, my way home
My way home, my way home