Late at night when I’m on my own
I wonder what my future holds
I’m on borrowed time and i owe it all to you
I think about my history
the wasted days and hurt feelings
take another hit and blow it all away
Mother says don’t become like your father please
Son tries his best to let her down
This city’s got him dropping to his knees
as does the thought of moving
Home
Moving home....
I heard him say I am dying from the cure
Like father like son, we were over before we begun
It’s too late for apologies boy you can’t go living a memory
Let go of it son, let go...
Mother says don’t become like your father please
Son tries his best to make her proud
This city’s got him dropping to his knees
as does the thought of moving
Home
moving home
He ran away,swore he’d never come back
Cutting his teeth on words of regret
tied to the floor, just trying to stand
all of this talk of moving
Home
Moving home...
This city’s got him dropping to his knees
as does the thought of moving.
I hear and feel a combination of The Replacements and The Wombats In this band. Listening to this album , I’m 18 again, drinking beer by the lake with my friends not sure what life will bring and not really caring. randy crome
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