home

Is this another relationship on the rocks
or is it just another scotch
and I don't want what I haven't got
on the way back home

the leaves are fallin from the tree's
another summer between you and me
and I'm serching desperatly for the way
back home

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no body looked at it from your side
no body asked you why you run and hide
but if you could see yourself with these eyes
would it be alright here tonight
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sometimes people hang on to much
blaming misfortune on bad luck
and we're just searchin' for a little love
on the way back home

the old clock tower hits three
one for you , me and the other history
and I wonder indefitly
on the way back home

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everyones wondering what your doin here
see'in all this misery becoming clear
he said you were made of water and fear
on your way back home

I'm just in this for the slow decline
another loser in your waiting line
I'll be here till the end of time
waitin on the way back home