Last Bus to the North

I don't even know what home means anymore, um, it's not a place
That brings me comfort, it makes me feel claustrophobic and stuck
And I wanna get away but I don't know where that place is either
I don't know where it, what it means anymore

Ooh, I had it all, I had a gift
I had a dream, I had a list
All those things I'm wanting
To heal that childhood haunting
I had a voice, I had a vision
I had to come to a decision
All these things I'm wanting
Are they worth me parting?

Away from everything I know, the childhood home that I've outgrown
I put my head down to the pillow but something's following close

My crumbling mind is mumbling
Time is running outside to say it's goodbyes
But I'm not ready now, not ready now
My beautiful hope is crude
It's a joke and nude with a rope attached to it's throat
Saying "Leave me alone, I wanna go home"

I wanna go home, where's your home?
You don't know

I am on the last bus to the north and I'm getting that feeling
Am I staying or leaving, oh?
Twenty four summers gone, winter staying just a little too long
I'm feigning for a sign
I just wanna thrive

My environment is safe but that's not enough for me
Am I delusional 'cause nothings wrong yet, I hate my world

My crumbling mind is mumbling
Time is running outside to say it's goodbyes
But I'm not ready now, not ready now
My beautiful hope is crude
It's a joke and nude with a rope attached to it's throat
Saying "Leave me alone, I wanna go home"

Home hasn't felt like home in a very long time but
I really did try to find that peace inside
But these streets don't feel like mine
Home hasn't looked quite right in a very long time
It avoids my eyes and it's arms don't hug me quite as tight
As it did when I was five