Home, I don’t need you anymore
Washing up on other shores never seemed to me so easy
Now I’m scratching doors
I’m told, only one thing I can do, but no one will ever fill your shoes
Empty handed but not broken, I’m stocked up for the show
My secrets start to glow, You don’t need to know

I’ve got to feel what I felt when we were closing on our deal
Only stairs know why I wore that smile all summer
Now spring is close to come
The key witness fails to show
Now the trial is pushed back, get the judge some blow
Don’t insist ‘cause I told you all I know

Swear to god I saw a typo in a Dylan song
And the rhymes were all shot, and the chords were wrong
I’m lost. You kissed me and now I’m lost

One truth well (stick to the shooting range)
Three foes yeah (nothing will have to change)
Five, six steps
Haven’t I lived this before