Back Home Blues
Emptiness inside my soul is all that fills the space.
If you look, that's what you'll see in the lines upon my face.
I walked the other side of town just to be your clown.
Left me standing all alone with my world turned upside down.
Back home blues with worn out shoes.
Looking for a sign.
No more abuse, I just refuse.
To give you what is mine.
This bitter pill of exctasy that's twisted me up tight.
Left a taste of lovely waste with no new love in sight.
I hear the clock, I hear the clock, ticking out the days.
With only one dream left to spend and hoping that it pays.
I've been through this a time or two.
It's never any fun.
When love is gone, that's it, we're through.
And nobody has won.
Take me back where I don't care bout grown up things like this.
Back where my heart didn't have to know bout what it didn't miss.
But that's just foolish hopefulness revereing what's been lost.
An empty pocket, lonely soul, that can't afford the cost.
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