Drive past in slow-mo, lines of leafy suburban streets
The mayor drinks too much and smiles at everyone he meets
It's a great place to raise kids but they never will grow up
Families build houses on the graves of those they've loved

I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home

The crew gets meat at midnight but they never can go far
They hold each other too close and lie about who they are
Rows of perfect houses but the mothers still want more
They chain smoke in the bedroom and there's fights behind the door

Those who move away are left with an aching deep inside
It's always Sunday, sunset, and it reeks of small town pride

I'm coming home
(I'm coming home)
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
(I'm coming home)
I'm coming home

But you never went away
You never went away
But you never went away

And this garden's laid out like the skirts of a homecoming queen
Timeless and tormented like a half remembered dream

I'm coming home
(I'm coming home)
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
(I'm coming home)
I'm coming home

But you never went away
You never went away
But you never went away


Lyrics submitted by boston33349

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