Well, there's only one thing that we can be sure of – We're not going back no more

When we take a look at the road we've travelled –

We're not going back to the law

Our boundaries are drawn

and our lines have fallen in pleasant places

We shall not remove the ancient landmarks, our fathers have set

Than To wander, in the fields of the fatherless

You came by the way of the brokenhearted

abused, confused and sore

I came from a line of burnt out preachers

we both bear the scars of war

But now as we lay in the sun-drenched meadow of doing what's right

We patiently wait for the seal of approval

we'd rather take flight

Than to wander

in the fields of the fatherless

Now we're home

home at last

We're at home

home with the Father

we're home

home at last

We're at home

home with the Father

Well, there's only one thing that we can be sure of – We're not going back no more

When we take a look at the road we've travelled

We're not going back to the law

Our boundaries are drawn

and our lines have fallen in pleasant places

We shall not remove the ancient landmarks, our fathers have set

Than To wander

in the fields of the fatherless

Now we're home

home at last

We're at home

home with the Father

we're home

home at last

We're at home

home with the Father

we're home

home at last

We're at home

home with the Father

we're home

home at last

We're at home

home with the Father