A Place Called Home

Life's changing, in front of my eyes.

And I'm so sorry baby, to my own surprise.

Well I fucked up, once again.

And I know that we're brothers, that doesn't make us men.

The same old song comes back around again.

Well I know that, that I'm not from here.

How many times can I apologize, maybe once or twice?

For my unbrowed fears

So now I'm screaming, and my God I'm loud.

So I'll scream, and I'll scream some more.

But why can't I make a sound?

The same old song comes back around

Where is the peace?

Where is my zone?

I need somebody to find me,

a place called home.

A Place Called Home!

Well I was walking down the street the other day,

and I saw a little boy wipe his eyes.

As he looked away I said "man, what are you doing here?"

He said "Mama's out back slinging her ass,

she did a few filthy favors for some dirty pills and cash.

So I'm silently waiting, here."

"Well, FUCK THAT SHIT!

Little boy life is not some game, you aint a toy.

Time to turn and run, from here!

I know that look on your face, you're fearing God!

Put him back in his place, the pace is set.

Time to dry those tears.

Mine have been gone for years"

Where is the peace?

Where is my zone?

I need somebody to find me,

a place called home.

Where is the peace?

Where is my zone?

I need somebody to find me,

a place called home.

A Place Called Home!

Go!

You gotta go home!