This Old Home

This old home

Won't let me out

People come and

Some children leave



This hole is deepening

It's going to swallow me

I'm just like

Just like the mics



The plot's the same as

The same as mine

Tearing down this house

One piece at a time



Where there is nothing left

But small town charm

There's really nothing left

And it seems so far



Dust gathers round us

This house was built to fall

I'll be your compass

If you'll be my wrecking back



Come back home...

Come back home...

Come back home...

Come back home...



Come back home...

Come back home...

Come back home...

Come back home...



(I'll never go)

Come back home...

(I'll never go)

Come back home...

(I'll never go)

Come back home...

(back home)

Come back home...