The grass looked greener on the other side so I tried to
Snatch myself from your hand
Caught a boat to anywhere but Nineveh and, well, you know, I
Got spit back on dry land.
Give me purity and give me continence
Kicking against these goads sure did cut up my feet
And didn't your hands get bloody as you washed them clean.
Here I am again, back where I began
Try as I may I can't get away from you
And all of these roads that lead me to roam, bring me back home.
Here I am again, back where I began.
So you have yourself your ninety nine