Home

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

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