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Sunday papers on the stand second hand
Battered suitcase on the floor
Just another everyday nothing changed
Nothing like it was before
I took an elevator to the street
A taxi then security
A boarding call that beckons to my row
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm looking down on on where I was
Up above through a plastic window pane
And now the world is growing small
How it held me down at all I can't explain
And the life we had I won't forget
Rich in living deep in debt
Today I made a payment on my loan
And I'm going home
I'm going home
Wherever that may be
I'm going home
I'm going home
Wherever you're with me
So hear me help me
Forgive myself for what I didn't know
Its only lonely
Loneliness and love will come and go
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
Street lights up the same old block
Frozen clock welcome mat and an open door
So familiar but its strange nothing changed
But nothings like it was before
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home
I'm going home