There isn't a sign
That'll tell you
Which way to go
There isn't a guide book
Or a leader
There isn't an iPod
That'll make you feel nice
You're on your own now
On your way back home
There is no god
That'll tell you
Right or wrong
There isn't a Satan
Either
And if you'll try
To cross that wrecked bridge
You'll fall deep down
You're on your way back home
