Home Of The Brave

This
country
is
my
home
now

Of
that
there
is
no
doubt

If
I
had
not
followed
you
here

Then
I’d
never
have
found
that
out

Coming Home

It’s not
that I
love this
city

It’s that
I love
who I am
when I’m here

I went
in there
just now

The one
I went into
with you

They were
playing
your song
on the radio

And because
you would
have smiled,
I smiled too

The hordes gather outside your hotel window.

Laughing,

Joking,

Having fun.

You wish you had the guts to be more like them.

Prettier,

Funnier,

More confident.

Instead you’re sitting in here alone with the curtains drawn.

With nothing but your ‘I Hate People’ badge for company.

I don’t
want to
leave,

But I
know I
can’t stay.

I’ll be alone
wherever
I go,

So really
I’m screwed
either way.

Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same

In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’