Andrew Cedermark - At Home lyrics

rate me

I couldn't tell you where I come from

But to say it's where human kindness is overflowing

To some that leaves nothing unsaid

To others, it just means nothing

But I made a sad attempt to get back again

Oh, yeah, to be a kid again

I licked the spoiled nectar of youth

Got sick, shit my shorts and lost my shoes

Hope that a sweet need to create

Could savage a sour to disapprove

But it did not, it didn't, but nothing could

Oh, I'm going home

The taste, the taste sometimes comes back to me

The taste of how youth so sweetened reality tea

Suburban basement boys come by so gently

Packing like stock to the auction in Sedans from 1990

To the city, through the Meadowlands, in their evening glory

And the next day's rainy waking to the smell of the Nabisco factory

And oh, how our cups were running over with just about everything

For our pots were all full and so hot nightly

Do you remember how it felt when the next scene was revealed?

Light shifts, factory closes, everything slaughtered, town is empty

And just when something’s smashing your gut, made into a sickness

For want of need, indeed, I'm sour and sick, don't follow me

‘Cause I'm going home, I'm going home, I'm going home

I’m going home to nothing

I am going home, I am going home

I am going home to nothing