Sunday morning, flight plan.
Buzzing neon, eyes hurt,
Too many drinks on board.
Should've been taking score.
Nowhere to go, but here.

Bags lost, waiting, turnstile,
Mask slips, hand wash, don’t choke.
Should’ve just taken a cab.
No need to wait in line.
Deep down, more buzz, loud noise.

#CHORUS
And I, just want to lie down in my own bed.
Instead, I’m here in hotel gloom,
Just sitting and waiting for a room.

Travelled too far this time.
Body just can’t cope,
With all the miles that go on, and on,
And on until you stop and fall,
No matter what you tell them all.

#CHORUS
And I... just want to lie down in my room.
Instead I’m here in hotel gloom,
And nobody can find my room.
My strength is spent, I just want a cigarette,
And to lie down in my own bed.
And lie down in my own bed.
Lie down in my own bed.


Can’t believe I’m travelling, through this old, place once again.
I just want to be at home, hanging out with all my friends.
I can’t have another late night meal in some shit restaurant.
I just want to find the place I call my home and rest a lot.
I don’t want to be the guy who flies around all the time,
And never has a place to stop and find a bed that isn’t mine.
I don’t want to swap my rands for pounds or yen, or dollars green,
I just want, to sit and think somewhere that I know is clean.
I can’t face another plane, another train, another queue,
Just wanna take my shoes and belt off once again just for you.
Just for you, just for you,
Just for you, just for you.
Just for you, just for you.

#CHORUS
And I... just want to lie down in my room.
Instead I’m here in hotel gloom,
And nobody can find my room.
My strength is spent, I just want a cigarette,
And lie down in my own bed.
And I am ready to come home now.
The ship has docked, my bag is packed,
And I just wanna come home.
Can I please just come home?
Baby let me come home...