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.