Long way from home   nowhere to go what made the river so cold   the sweat of thoughts trickle down my brow   soaking and stinging my eye      (you gotta face it head on   so you can't turn this thing around   cos this ain't right)      tell tale sighs and cries   of dreams unfulfilled   and time is running, running dry   panic stricken bloodshot hearts   try to restart   but no longer build the well to survive   sweet oblivion      (you gotta face it head on   so you can't turn this thing around   cos this ain't right)      I got these feelings and I don't know why   I see all my fears in the darkness of light   what made the river so cold?   never anyone to rearrange and fall to   time inside the empty   call to the blameless I am faithless   placid dying eyes      you gotta face it head on    so you can't turn this thing around    cos this ain't right    you have to go eye to eye   raise your face to the sky    cos this ain't right       I got to believe when I say    only this is the way