I was walking in the sunshine,
and you were laying land mines beneath my feet.
Now I’m standing on the hard times,
Stuck between a faultline and a timesheet.
I remember standing on the bus line,
Headed for the front lines and my defeat.
And now I’m in a steady decline,
I’m just another war crime, that’s incomplete.
I’ve been all that I can be
And there’s no coming home for me
Now I’m riding in your backseat,
feeling like I’m off beat, and out of place.
I think it’s time to sound the retreat,
The people here on main street are out in space.
And there’s no coming home for me.