Welcome to Condale

Drive past in slow-mo, lines of leafy suburban streets

The mayor drinks too much and smiles at everyone he meets

It's a great place to raise kids but they never will grow up

Families build houses on the graves of those they've loved

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

The cool kids meet at midnight but they never can go far

They hold each other too close and lie about who they are

Rows of perfect houses but the mothers still want more

They chain smoke in the bedroom and there's fights behind the door

Those who move away are left with an aching deep inside

It's always Sunday, sunset, and it reeks of small town pride

I'm coming home

(I'm coming home)

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

(I'm coming home)

I'm coming home

But you never went away

You never went away

But you never went away

And this garden's laid out like the skirts of a homecoming queen

Timeless and tormented like a half remembered dream

I'm coming home

(I'm coming home)

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

(I'm coming home)

I'm coming home

But you never went away

You never went away

But you never went away