Walk home thru the field It's already late I swear I heard somebody laughing At all my mistakes A forest of hands Push up thru the ground And grab at my heels when I'm lagging To drag me back down Now under the ground I'm never alone Their voices are whispering softly That this is my home I thought I heard you call my name before I can't think now What for You were caught in the field Looking up with your head back, crying I don't know if it's real Am I going home?