there’s no place like home.

soap suds swishin’

momma’s in the kitchen

she’s standin’ doin’ dishes

and it feels like home

she pops a tape in

cassette starts playin’

mike’s bad, we’re shakin’

and it feels like home

spelling words in black font

she quickly quizzes “restaurant

and now that “a.u.” will haunt

what was my home

she slowly sucks her cigarette

and this is what i won’t forget

painted ceramic alphabet

hangin’ in my home

now home is nothing more

than ash on the yellow brick road

she walked through that great door

i’m in survival mode

sent to sleep swiftly

checked in that heavy load

and now you’ll have to agree..

that you can never go home

no, you can never go home

she wanted it so badly

somethin’ to call a family

at twenty-four she had me

and brought me home

wasted years and drunk nights

four-letter words and fist fights

and flashing red and blue lights

this was my home

i moved out after high school

she did the same with some fool

he had a wife and swimming pool

this was his home

then another came along

and sang to her that same song

she felt the right in his wrong

and they made a home

now home is nothing more

than ash on the yellow brick road

she walked through that great door

i’m in survival mode

sent to sleep swiftly

checked in that heavy load

and now you’ll have to agree..

that you can never go home

no, you can never go home

the curse, it follows me, through ins and outs of everyday

sometimes it’s hard to breathe, she wasn’t yours to take away

but there’s a part of me that thinks she wanted it this way

maybe, inevitably, she’ll help make everything okay

but i can’t help but think about the way she’d love my kid

and it makes my heart sink, she won’t know what her daughter did

just like her cigarette, her spark went out, i closed the lid

now home sits on a shelf, can’t bring myself to open it

gotta find the home in me, and sweep the ash up from the path

and when we meet again, we can look back and we’ll laugh

at how we billie jean‘d and slip ‘n’ slided in the grass

but until then..

until then..

until then..

i’ll never go home again.

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