This time has gotta be our last time Here we are again going in this cheap place What if was seen by a friend and they recognize our face We both know that it's wrong we both should be at home I know that you want me just as much as I want you You've got

Just another day for where were you when Just another scrap for this vulture's pen Aftermath won't add up or end Death's the bestseller again This is what we want, you know how to get it Bring it on home, rub our faces in it Give us something shocking,

Everything has changed It's taking up our time again Go back, we can't go back at all Do you remember that? When we get home, I know we won't be home at all This place we live, it is not where we belong And I miss who we were and the town we could call

Southbound again I don't know if I'm going or leaving home Boy got to be moving Seems like the boy is bound to roam Southbound again got no money I've got no place to go That woman's with her lover boy Never want to see her face no more Every single time

Late last night, I went for a walk, Down by the river near my home. Couldn't believe, with my own eyes, And I swear I'll never leave my home again. I saw a man walking on the water. Coming right at me from the other side. Calling out my name; do not be

Bring the boys back home Don't leave the children on their own, no, no Wrong, do it again Are you feeling okay? There's a man answering, but he keeps hanging up Is there anybody out there?

And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

If I'd never left, I'd never have known We all dream of leaving, but wind up in the end Spending all our time trying to get back home again If I could go back home, if I could go back home I'm counting on a memory to get me out of here I'm waiting for

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From