On The Way Home

The Summer's over.
This town is closing.
They're waving people
Out of the ocean.
We have the feeling
Like we were floating.
We never noticed
Where time was going.
Do you remember
When we first got here?
The days were longer
The nights were hot here.
Now it's September.
The engine started.
You're empty handed
and heavy hearted.
Just remember on the way home, (ooh ooh ooh)
That you were never meant to feel alone.
It takes a little while, but you'll be fine; another good time coming down the line.
You'll go back to a love that's waiting.
I'll unpack in a rented room.
How's that life you swear you're hating?
Grass is greener—that makes two.
Just remember on the way home, (ooh ooh ooh)
That you were never meant to feel alone.
Just look me up, get back on the bus; I'll see you next week if you need my trust.
Life ain't short, but it sure is small. You get forever but nobody at all.
Life ain't short, but it sure is small. You get forever but nobody at all.
They don't come often and they don't stay long (ooh).
(ooh, ooh, ooh)
But just remember on the way home, (ooh ooh ooh)
But you don't even have to feel alone.
Just stay on the run, get off the grid; hide yourself out like you know that I did.
And if you might find that you're running is done, a little bit of heaven never hurt anyone.