Bush Homebody
On the way home
Edging a smile
Thinking about it
All of the while
You never stop
You're the traffic in my brain
Lover that I got
There's no way that you can see
When you feel that far away from me
The coming home, yeah
Steeper the climb
Sharper the sides
Better the sobbing
Quietly drown
Losing my face
I need you to find me
This is not how we should be
How come you feel so far from me
Coming home, yeah
Coming home, yeah
It's time to confess
Dying for you
Seemed to life me
So you're the knife
These are the words
Waited for you
It's all I can do
Coming home, yeah
Coming home, yeah
Coming home, yeah
