This Is Not My Home

A twisted sprout is pushing through the checkered linoleum floor
A scout sent out to see the way is clear
Green emblem of the grocery chain still hangs above the door
Graffiti on the wall says the end is near
Is that now or was it yesteryear?

Wild horses roam the leafy woods where buildings disappear
A forsaken place of unsung lullabies
Listen very carefully there's nothing you will hear
All the birds have fallen from the sky
The killers said they wouldn't hurt a fly

This is not my home
I'd rather be alone
And break those ties again

Playing on that football pitch I was top of the class
But then I often sweeten memories with lies
I really just kicked up the dirt while waiting for a pass
How I wished that I could be one of the guys
But the wind just blew that dust into my eyes

This is not my home
I'd rather be alone
And break those ties again

Most memories are soft and blurred
The exception being that one sweet girl
When I close my eyes I still can see her smile
I didn't see the accident
That drained her life on cold cement
The driver sat stone-faced all through the trial

I saw those red stains before they dried
Can't recall if I even cried
It was my first encounter
With the miracle of death awaiting
All of us in time unforeseen
Though some folks still choose to call it fate
I had plans for us in a gentle, gallant way
I have carried this conviction with me to this day
There was to be love and it was to be pure
And sweet and simple like that
Void of any promise
That smile still kept me dreaming through the nights
Kept me dreaming through the nights
Kept me dreaming through the nights