It’s hard to think straight with the noiseI guess I’ll have to talk over the noiseIn a room full of choices I could makeSits a chance or two I know I’ll never takeMaybe it’s time I wrote a letter back home, back homeIt may be late and out-of-date, but they’ll knowI’m alright, though out of sightIt’s hard to find answers in these timesWith everything color-coded, and dislexic in it’s rhymesI’d rather trust a voice I grew to hearEver clearer with the passing of the yearsMaybe it’s time I wrote a letter back home, back homeIt may be late and out-of-date, but they’ll knowThat I still care, somewhere out thereI know I’m not the only oneWho feels ungrounded, in my heartI think I know love when I see it’cause it glows in the darkMaybe it’s time I wrote a letter back home