When times are tough and days are rough
When rain doth pours and wets my clothes
When the fruit of the soil is filled with thorns
And trouble makes me undermine my worth
With pain seeping out my memory's pores
And depression knocking on every door
When life itself wants to beat me up
And have me feeling I'm not long for this world
I search for a place that is not unknown
It's not a physical place, but I still could go
And relieve the pressure that is in my soul
My family is the one that I call home
When times get tough and days go rough
And pressure's building at every point
I need a way, a way to cope
So I journey back,
Back to my home
