All my hope lies here. (whoa)
Six feet down with fear. (whoa)
I can't dig it up from underneath
(everyone gets something sometime)
Flat feet & heatstroke,
hold me when I get home.
Oh-whoa, I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
It's been years just wondering (whoa)
what I can leave and what I have to bring.
'Cuz I'll hang my hat right now (oh)
and I'll proudly hold my head down. (oh)
Oh-whoa, I'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
Would I become transparent, if you held me up to the sun?
Could you watch me fill my lungs? (whoa)
If you look a little closer, see the blood run through my vein like a map it shows the way. (oh)
