This Old Home

This old home
Won't let me out
People come and
Some children leave

This hole is deepening
It's going to swallow me

I'm just like
Just like the mites

Their plot's the same as
The same as mine

Tearing down this house
One piece at a time

Where there is nothing left
But small town charm

There's really nothing left
And it seems so far

Dust gathers round us
This house was built to fall

I'll be your compass
If you'll be my wrecking ball

Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...

Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...
Come back home...

(I'll never go)
Come back home...
(I'll never go)
Come back home...

(I'll never go)
Come back home...
(back home)
Come back home...