Not Coming Home
Worn out shoes and a faded denim jacket
A beat up car and the feelings that we used
Those nights were spent under moonlight in the backseat
But little did I know I'd be missing you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
Remember when I kissed you on the back porch
Remember when our dreams were coming true
With punk rock songs and a feeling yet to happen
And stolen dreams that died a death with you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
Baby I'm not coming home to you
A beat up car and the feelings that we used
Those nights were spent under moonlight in the backseat
But little did I know I'd be missing you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
Remember when I kissed you on the back porch
Remember when our dreams were coming true
With punk rock songs and a feeling yet to happen
And stolen dreams that died a death with you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
All those nights spent in the rain
Wishing I was holding you again
But baby I'm not coming home to you
I was waiting on the platform for the train
I'm calling out your name
But baby I'm not coming home to you
Baby I'm not coming home to you
Credits
Writer(s): Simon Short
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