Way Home

If you don't stop lying on the floor
You don't know what your dying for
The last thing that you need
Is imbeciles and indecision

The discussion nearly ends
She says, "I'm leaving' my friend
And I don't wanna see you
When I'm walking on my way home
It is always on my way home"

Maria quietly talks to me
She says, "Adam, what do you see?"
The people lying in between
Hours of indiscretion

And I believe I, the ground
She says, "Hey, what have you found?"
And everything I see
Is only walking on my way home

Look at all the silly people out there
Can't you see?
Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying

Believe me and this is what I see
And if you don't, amuse me
We walk in circles
And we walk back between indecision

Between the currents, we will swim
And then it's over, my friend
And everything I see
Is only walking on my way home

Look at all the silly people out there
Can't you see?
Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying

Maria she belongs to me
In between the garden and the sea
I walk in circles and the woman
Walks right here beside me

And if we talk about this town
I must say, "I've been feeling down"
And I've been sliding all the falls
I've seen currents on my way home

Look at all the silly people out there
Can't you see?
Oh, all the silly people lying, crying, dying