I ran the streets through rush-hour, just to catch the northern train.
I've overstayed my welcome in this big old town again,
and the thing that keeps me going, every-time I fall apart,
is the promise of a haven for my heart

We're rolling out of Connolly, and the suburbs pass me by.
Along that eastern seaboard, there's a thunder stricken sky
A surrealistic lightening strikes a pathway from the park,
and I'm heading for a haven for my heart.

I told you, I told you, right from the start,
I'll always, always keep a haven for my heart.
A haven for my heart, a refuge for my soul.
A place that I can come home to, when living takes it's toll

I drive towards the mountains, in a pounding fall of rain.
Across that see-through borderline, I feel I'm home again.
I'm a salmon swimming upstream in it's cycle of re-birth,
and I'm heading for a haven for my heart

I told you, I told you, right from the start
I'll always keep a haven for my heart.
A haven for my heart, a refuge for my soul.
A place that I can come home to, when living takes it's toll.