I shouldn't be here 'cause I should be dead
I can see the lights in front of me
I believe my best days are ahead
I can see the lights in front of me
Oh, Jesus, if I'm still your friend
What the hell, the hell you got for me?
I gotta get out from under my bed
And see again the lights in front of me
Hey, I've been waiting to get home a long time

Hey now, do you know my name?
Hey now, where I'm going
If I can't get an answer
In your eyes, I see it
The lights of home
The lights of home

I was born from a screaming sound
I can see the lights in front of me
I thought my head was harder than ground
I can see the lights in front of me
One more push and I'll be born again
One more road you can't travel with a friend
Saw a statue of a gold guitar
Bright lights right in front of me
Hey, I've been waiting to get home a long time

Hey now, do you know my name?
Hey now, where I'm going
If I can't get an answer
In your eyes, I see it
In your eyes alone
I see the lights of home

Hey now, do you know my name?
Hey now, where I'm going
If I can't get an answer
In your eyes I see it
In your eyes alone
I see the lights of home

Free yourself to be yourself
If only you could you see yourself
If only you could
Free yourself to be yourself
If only you could see yourself
If only you could
Free yourself to be yourself
If only you could see yourself
If only you could see
Free yourself to be yourself
If only you could see yourself
If only you could see

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adam Clayton, Alana Haim, Ariel Rechtshaid, Danielle Haim, David Evans, Este Haim, Laurence Mullen, Paul Hewson