The pouring rain, the intersection
I´m baffled by the colors of this town
Call your friends
And have ´em find out
That I am home
I am home
That I am home
I am home
Whatever happend to that Spanish place?
The 2 for´s and the cheap plastic crates
Remember all the nights we couldn´t find
Our way home
Our way home
Now I´m home
I´m home
I am home
I am home
I fell in love with the perfect storm
I didn´t wanna be alone anymore
But she spat me out in May
I took a job in a beat up bar
And fooled around with the daugthers of
An alumnus from Del Mar
I tried to write just to keep me sane
But the book with coffee stains
Never grew beyond a page
So when the fire finally broke
It was just another way to choke
And find my way back home
I am home
I am home
I am home
I am home