Coming Home
You spent a life time
trying to build some kind of home
just to leave it all to make it on your own
Will they have their lives now
And will there be place for me
The future is not what it used to be
The stars too close to sleep at night
Two pillows and my blanket tight
Will they see what life has done to me?
I'm coming home again
Will they remember me?
I'm coming back again
Will there be place for me?
My pictures are all taken down
Who was I in this town
This is not my home anymore
I'll pack my bag again
I'll pack my bag and leave
I'm so god damn free
I never quite stood out
and I never quite fit it
in the city where I used to live
Do you remember last July
I packed my bags and said goodbye
How you kill yourself when you're young
I'm coming home again
Will they remember me?
I'm coming back again
Did someone wait for me?
My pictures are all taken down
Who was I in this town
This is not my home anymore
I'll pack my bag again
I'll pack my bag and leave
I'm so god damn free
I will figure out who I can be
Don't feel sorry for me
I always find a way somehow
I feel the world in my veins now
And if you ever think of me
And wonder who I've come to be
You will find me where the land touches the sea
Oh I died so young
I'm coming home again
Will they remember me?
I'm coming back again
Did someone wait for me?
My pictures are all taken down
Who was I in this town
This is not my home anymore
I'll pack my bag again
I'll pack my bag and leave
I'm so god damn free
trying to build some kind of home
just to leave it all to make it on your own
Will they have their lives now
And will there be place for me
The future is not what it used to be
The stars too close to sleep at night
Two pillows and my blanket tight
Will they see what life has done to me?
I'm coming home again
Will they remember me?
I'm coming back again
Will there be place for me?
My pictures are all taken down
Who was I in this town
This is not my home anymore
I'll pack my bag again
I'll pack my bag and leave
I'm so god damn free
I never quite stood out
and I never quite fit it
in the city where I used to live
Do you remember last July
I packed my bags and said goodbye
How you kill yourself when you're young
I'm coming home again
Will they remember me?
I'm coming back again
Did someone wait for me?
My pictures are all taken down
Who was I in this town
This is not my home anymore
I'll pack my bag again
I'll pack my bag and leave
I'm so god damn free
I will figure out who I can be
Don't feel sorry for me
I always find a way somehow
I feel the world in my veins now
And if you ever think of me
And wonder who I've come to be
You will find me where the land touches the sea
Oh I died so young
I'm coming home again
Will they remember me?
I'm coming back again
Did someone wait for me?
My pictures are all taken down
Who was I in this town
This is not my home anymore
I'll pack my bag again
I'll pack my bag and leave
I'm so god damn free
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Zak Watts, Edward Jonathan Harris, James Richard Newman, Constantin Vadim
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