To Return - Chevelle

To return to the cold

It isn’t much fun

To touch the trees no one has known

Go rest your head

Cause you can’t miss this

Poor boy became

A slave to use

Now despair moves in so close

Too many years free at last

He didn’t know so learned to speak

He clears his throat

Cause you can’t miss this

Poor boy became

A slave to use

Rebuild what’s left

Of this child, so weak

Sorry, changes, trample the plan

Death, stores, victims

Once more

Keep on burnin’through the noose

To return, to the cold

It isn’t much, but I’m free at last