Lyrics of Come on home

They say nothing to me
I say nothing to them.
Sometimes i can't believe this is home.

I've heard it before.
I thought i'd been over that.
You'll never really pass the things
You're afraid of.

The man on the plastic bag looks like terror.
He's staring at me. i can't say why.
His face seems spoiled.

When i think of calling a friend, i notice that
Most of them have mutilated into acquaintances
Maybe that's my fault, maybe it's a form of getting old
I'm used to small talk at the moment.they say nothing to me
I say nothing to them.
Sometimes i can't believe this is home.

I've heard it before.
I thought i'd been over that.
You'll never really pass the things
You're afraid of.

The man on the plastic bag looks like terror.
He's staring at me. i can't say why.
His face seems spoiled.

When i think of calling a friend, i notice that
Most of them have mutilated into acquaintances
Maybe that's my fault, maybe it's a form of getting old

I'm used to small talk at the moment.they say nothing to me
I say nothing to them.
Sometimes i can't believe this is home.

I've heard it before.
I thought i'd been over that.
You'll never really pass the things
You're afraid of.

The man on the plastic bag looks like terror.
He's staring at me. i can't say why.
His face seems spoiled.

When i think of calling a friend, i notice that
Most of them have mutilated into acquaintances
Maybe that's my fault, maybe it's a form of getting old
I'm used to small talk at the moment.they say nothing to me
I say nothing to them.
Sometimes i can't believe this is home.

I've heard it before.
I thought i'd been over that.
You'll never really pass the things
You're afraid of.

The man on the plastic bag looks like terror.
He's staring at me. i can't say why.
His face seems spoiled.

When i think of calling a friend, i notice that
Most of them have mutilated into acquaintances
Maybe that's my fault, maybe it's a form of getting old
I'm used to small talk at the moment.