Homecoming King

Oh, please pass the whiskey
As we're passing Rye
It reeks of piss and bleach
On this four hour drive

I hear they've got some real nice beaches in Kingston
I'll stand on the shore
With the sand between my toes
As the ocean waves roll
Because I've really been dying to drown

But every time
I think I've settled down
I find it's time to go
What is a home?

When all you own is in a backpack
And you sleep with your guitar
After countless nights of passing out
You're passing out alone

You wake up alone
Where do you go
When you're always told that
There's no place like home?

Please state your name and destination
My name is Jonas and I have none
Call me Ishmael
And I'll be for the sea

Or you can call me Holden Caulfield
But I'm still not holding on
To any person, place, or thing
Where I belong

This martyr needs a party
This lover needs a quest
A thousand times, I've heard it said
That home is where the heart is kept

All these yellow lines I count like bricks
Staring at the sun
Just remind me that I'm
Always on my way

I'm all alone
Where do you go
When you're always told
That there's no place like home?

Please state your name and destination
My name is Jonas and I have none
Call me Ishmael
And I'll be for the sea

Or you can call me Holden Caulfield
But I'm still not holding on
To any person, place, or thing
Where I belong

No, I'll never be your homecoming king
Because there's no place like home