Long after the lure of home was lost
We were holed up in our room
In the guest room of my parent's house
That was once my bedroom
We had spent so much time waiting
And wanting to come home
That when we came back, we came without purpose
Or it was all spent up

Then, home was a concrete reminder
Of how little we had actually done with our lives
Or of how barren a future can look without purpose
These are the moments that define you

How long the night before it's dawn?
How long the hours?
We were down but not out
We held our heads up high
Our hearts were ripe with hope