Its all coming back to me todayAll of the baitThe god of email wants me to stayI should obeyMy father told me "Go for the pay" (go for the pay, oh no)But god knows I just want to escapeAll of the waitThe more that I want what they tell meThe more I can seeBecoming a fool was half the feeUgly indeedWhy can't we find home?Wandering on our ownWe'll never have to knowBut we're still searching for a homeAnd when it comes I knowWe'll never feel aloneI've seen everything pass through this townAll of the newThe luckiest kids wearing the crownDon't have a clueMy mother knew it could get me downLeft me to wonder who'd allowThe 'why' in the 'how'Why can't we find home?Wandering on our ownWe'll never have to knowBut we're still searching for a homeAnd when it comes I knowWe'll never feel aloneOhWoo they gun it downThey gun it downWoo they gun it downThey gun it, theyWoo they gun it downThey gun it downWoo they gun it downThey gun it, they