January clipped your wires. The summer went straight through your tires. Every faded sign that past you. Used to point the way towards you. Lately you've come to enjoy, the generosity of strangers. The mechanisms you implore, and they have gone. You know, that I'm not scared to go home. They may have got you known, know that I'm not scared to go home. Light aircraft they over fly you. Instruments they veer towards you. Every fallen star that past you, used to fall all around you. Maybe you've come to rely, on the generosity of stangers. The mechanisms you implore, and they have gone. You know that I'm not scared to go home, they may have got you known, know that I'm not scared to go home. January clipped your wires. The summer went straight through your tires. Every faded sign that past you. Used to point the way towards you. Lately you've come to enjoy, the generosity of strangers. The mechanisms you implore, and they have gone. You know that I'm not scared to go home, they may have got you known, know that I'm not scared to go home. To go home. To go home. To go home.