Hello again,
I'll say to old friends as they
Walk right by with their better lives.
They make me question my whole existence,
They laugh at where I've been and where five years will bring me.
Oh, oh, whoa-oh, do they smile while they're all alone?
Oh, oh, whoa-oh, no matter how bad it gets, you are my happy home.
Thank you again for this spot in your bed,
It's where I lay my head so my bad days end.
I still question all my decisions,
Where I have been, or if I'll be dead.
Oh, oh, whoa-oh, do they smile while they're all alone?
Oh, oh, whoa-oh, no matter how bad it gets, you are my happy home.
No matter how bad it gets, you are my happy home.
