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

À La Kerouac

Back on
the road
again

Travelling
all alone

I’m not
stopping
this time

Until I
find a
place to
call home

Silly Arguments

Fuck
this
shit

She
said

I’m
going
home

I’ll
walk
you

He
said

You
can’t
go alone

I
don’t
need
you

She
said

Why
don’t you
just drop
dead

You’ll be
sorry you
wished for
that

He
said

When
you’re
alone in
our bed

Home Sweet Home

They say
you can
never go
home
again

And I’m
starting
to believe
that’s
true

For all
that resides
here now
is a world
of pain

And
far too
many
memories
of you

No Fucks Given

I want
nothing
more

Than
to be
alone

With a
bottle
of booze

Sitting
in my
own home

With the
lights
down low

Listening to
my favorite
songs

Remembering
my
rights

And
justifying
my wrongs

Our House

Nothing in this house
makes sense anymore

Madness lurks
behind every door

Memories of all
the love we swore

Leave my head in a spin
and my heart on the floor

Back Home

If only
I had
stayed
here

I’d have
known
what it
was like

To
live a
life of
happiness

Instead
of one
so full
of spite

These Ruby Shoes

It
doesn’t
matter
where
you go

Or
however
far
you
roam

It’s
true what
they say
you know
Toto

There
is no
place
like
home

Home Early

I
went
out
tonight

I tried
and I
failed

All
dreams
are now
curtailed

For that ship,
it seems,
has sailed

Glasgow

Everything has
changed
while everything
has stayed
the same

In this city
I once
so proudly
called
‘hame’

NFA

If home
is where
the heart is,
then I’m
currently
of no
fixed abode.

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