I don't plan anything
I'm trying to come home
Thoughts of you are always on my
Mind
A runaway from problems my excuse
When I am there
You roll over once again I'm gone
It's old it's plain to see this life of
Tragedy
Save it for later that's what we always
Said
What will that do for us
What will they do for us
What will they do for us now
Tried to paint a picture of the times
That we once shared
Never seemed to be so concerned
The story goes like this
You say I'm almost never there
Independence is what you want
An arm to hold on someone to sleep
Next to in the night
Rolling over once again I'm gone
Look through the backlog an index
Of thoughts
This time it won't get to me
What will they do for us
What will they do for us
What will they do for us now
I tried to paint a picture of the time
We once shared
Never seemed to be so concerned
Sorry and I don't plan really anything
I don't plan anything
I'm trying to come home
Thoughts of you are always on my
Mind
So I'm never gone
What will they do for us
