Home

Home isn't home
When it's the back seat of your car
Your life is thrown
And you're left to just watch from the sidelines
And leave all you've know
It's heading down, down, down to a different town

And don't place your hope
On turning your life around
Cause everyone knows
That all of this stuff just hangs around
Just hangs around
You'll soon be tapping your feet to a different sound

And home isn't home
When somebody's taken your place
But it's nice to roam a bit
Before we get taken down
Before we get put back down
Down in the ground