Heading Home

Well I packed up the car beneath the setting sun,
I was feeling slightly haunted by the things that I’ve done,
And objects in the mirror,
Are further than they appear,
And I’m finally heading home to you now.

Well I cleaned up the bottles and tied up loose ends,
Made peace with my enemies, drank some wine with my friends,
But I’ll leave this all behind,
‘Cause I’m knowing in my mind,
I’m finally heading home to you now.

Well I’m heading home, 
And I’m on my own,
I’m just a little more grown,
This time,
But my heart’s a mess,
And my head’s all stressed,
And I’m down to my very last dime.
So it’s time.

Now I’m passing the place where the indians lie,
Just past little falls in the middle of the night,
I’m hearing the rustling wood,
And now it’s understood,
I’m finally heading home to you now. 

But it’s been quite some time since I drove to this place,
There’s a few more crack lines on the top of my face,
But they’ll fall to the bottom,
As they’re soon all forgotten,
‘Cause I’m finally heading home to you now. 

Well I’m heading home, 
And I’m on my own,
Just a little more grown,
This time,
But my heart’s a mess,
And my head’s all stressed,
And I’m down to my very last dime.
So it’s time.

‘Cause I quit that job,
And I lost that girl,
And I packed my car,
So I can see the world,
And I hit the road,
But before I go,
You know there’s no place like home.

That’s why I’m heading home, 
And I’m on my own,
I’m just a little more grown,
This time,
But my heart’s a mess,
And my head’s all stressed,
And I’m down to my very last dime.
So it’s time.

I’ve gotta change,
I’ve gotta stop living in these same ways,
That’s why I’m heading home,
And I’m on my own,
I’m just a little more grown,
This time,
This time. 


© Alex Krolikowski, 2016