Home isn't home
When it's the back seat of your car
Your life is thrown
And you're left to just watch from the sidelines
And leave all you've known
It's heading down, down, down to a different town
And don't place your hope on turning your life around
'Cause everyone knows that all of this stuff just hangs around
Just hangs around
But you'll soon be tapping your feet to a different sound
And home isn't home when somebody's taken your place
But it's nice to roam a bit before we get taken down
Before we get put back down
Down in the ground
Home