Go Home

There's something in his way, I think he lost his touch

He'd swallow anything to entertain his lunch

He jumped into the lake, but then it froze

Read all of William Blake, and now he thinks he knows

He wants to paint his shoes from blue to gray

I say lay it on, this could be his very last day

Go home, go home

Go home, go home

Go home, go home

Don't make that face, if it's the last I'll know

Gone without a trace, I could have loved you more

And now and then I break, down an empty road

Where he used to pace, deciding where to go

I try so hard to never let it show

But you bring it up to watch my heart implode

Go home, go home

Go home, go home

Go home, go home

Go home, go home

Go home, go home

Go home, go home