Sit alone in my dressing room with a cold Coors in hand. I stare at myself in the mirror and I see a boy not a man.

Well I have tried to live my life like a man not fool and I know how it feels to be dragged across the dirt.

I can’t go back to that way of life cause it’s killing me. I can’t go back to that way of life cause it’s ripping my soul. Your love is the place for me it’s my home sweet home. I can’t go back to the way I use to live cause I’m living life to the fullest.

Whilst in the dressing room I glance at the TV and watch the 7 o'clock news. The story is about a fourteen year old girl and teenage prostitution

I cried out, that that ain’t right and that this world is cruel and I down my Coors and I turn away and I stare away at the boy thats in the mirror.

I can’t go back to that way of life cause it’s killing me. I can’t go back to that way of life cause it’s ripping my soul. Your love is the place for me it’s my home sweet home. I can’t go back to the way I use to live cause I’m living life to the fullest.

I run out of the dressing room and jump in the car and drove out of town. I stopped off at my nearest Church and I rang the bell. Whilst I was kneeling at the confessional with a lot to confess. Father came up to me and told me that God so loves this world be at peace now go with God.

I can’t go back to that way of life cause it’s killing me. I can’t go back to that way of life cause it’s ripping my soul. Your love is the place for me it’s my home sweet home. I can’t go back to the way I use to live cause I’m living life to the fullest..