There's something in his way
I think he lost his touch
He'd swallow anything
To entertain his lunch
He jumped into the lake
But then it froze
Read all of William Blake
And now he thinks he knows
He wants to paint his shoes from blue to gray
I say lay it on this could be his very last day
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Don't make that face
If it's the last I'll know
Gone without a trace
I could have loved you more
And now and then I brake
Down an empty road
Where he used to pace
Deciding where to go
I try so hard
To never let it show
But you bring it up to watch my heart implode
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Go home
Written by
Aaron Graham
Tucker Elkins
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Fletcher Aleckson - Drums
Cole Mercier - Bass
