No home to return to No home to return to No home to return to I remember fields I remember air smelling sweet late at night on my bike So how does it feel, boy? When everything the old man told you comes true? In the kitchen, I was beaten On the other side of the window, screaming You could cry with the light through the gla** as it comes in the bedroom you grew up in An empty place I do not want to be stuck in I'm dancing with my mom, to reggae on Christmas Learning to be happy, forgiveness, remembrance And I gotta laugh at the dumb sh** Broken ornaments, fist fights, alcohol Now nothing at all Friends I can't stand to see Plastic faces smiling back at me And if a tree falls in the woods Does it still make a semblance of you giving a f** at all And if this town falls down This is that sound A first date in the sand, in that place that no longer stands
And if I understand, then she can't understand To the rocks where we f**ed, on the floor where we f**ed, in the park where we f**ed And now she's pregnant Is everyone we ever loved dead yet? No home to return to No home to return No home to return to No home to return No home to return to Memory, memory Like a movie gone deaf & dumb A restaurant gets sold & run poorly It sits like sh** An old job in the grocery store It crushes The streetlights, orange rusted And all the kids have grown and left To be confused on another stretch of concrete And the ones who stay Well, all I have to say is How does it feel, boy? When everything the old man told you comes true? So how does it feel, boy? When everything the old man told you comes true? And how does it feel, boy? When-