When God is gone, all the rules blown,
When my roots are sewn to unsteady ground
Will you still be around?
When the love is wrong, when I'm not my song,
No one belongs inside a song,
Will you still sing along?
The world is not my home.
My hope is not my own.
Your love, my friend, alone.
To this end, my joy betrothed.
The world is not my home.