Texty
My mother waits
For me to walk back
She looks over and grins
Loaded with hugs
In eight zero five
Eight zero five
Eight zero five
The greatest place is home
My triangle zone
The greatest place in the known
Windy suburbs
The greatest place where we
Used to roam
My father drives
Past all the slow folks
We hear him pull in
To the driveway
My brother falls
Flat on the cut grass
His sword drops in defeat
He laughs loud
The time has come
Am I ready
To leave?
The greatest place is home
My triangle zone
The greatest place in the known
Windy suburbs
The greatest place where we
Used to roam
Written by: Lucas Vittore
