Why go home? Why go home, why go home, why go home, why go home What you taught me (why go home) She scratches a letter Into a wall made of stone Maybe someday Another child Won't feel as alone as she does It's been two years

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Someday maybe they'll change you, change you But don't let don't let em lead you, lead you astray But baby I won't let em take you, take you away Cause someday they'll try to break, you break you Some say when hearts race there's no saving grace Though

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Let me lay some nibble kisses on your shoulder Baby maybe we could borrow Find a way to bag and Steal a few tomorrows and stay These last few days Baby come a little closer Here in these last few days You said that your favorite place What can I say

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress

Much too high Much too high You're one in a million You're one in a million babe You're a shooting star Maybe some day we'll see you Before you make us cry You know we tried to reach you Yeah that's what you are

Hey, hey, hey Grown woman Known better than to treat me like some It's only a little pain It'll be gone in a couple of days Or maybe a life or two

Baby, I'm dreamin' Someday I'll find her And I'm still reminded Maybe she's best in dreams She's still the best I've seen Out on her windowsill Baby remember Maybe I'm out of luck

Sometimes it feels like this world is spinning faster Than it did in the old days So naturally, we have more natural disasters From the strain of a fast pace Sunday was a day of rest Now, it's one more day for progress