I've never had a home
Someplace to call my own
I'm a traveling nomad
A goddamn suitcase pariah
I've never laid my head
On a childhood familiar bed
I'm a fucking orphan
Unwanted by the complacent messiahs
And even if I wanted to change
Things always end up this way

I'm on the outside of myself
Looking in
At a dusty shelf
Of a house
I used to live in
No one seems to be home
On the inside my childhood's fading
Away
Reality's gaining
On me
So I'll just wait here
Until I come back home

Torn out of my two hands
Rug ripped from where I stand
But I'll keep on moving
Keep up with the road that's laid before me
I'll keep on counting lines
Been on this highway a thousand times
But it’s all I know
The pavement brings nostalgic comfortability
And even if I wanted to change
Things always end up this way

I'm on the outside of myself
Looking in
At a dusty shelf
Of a house
I used to live in
No one seems to be home
On the inside my childhood's fading
Away
Reality's gaining
On me
So I'll just wait here
Until I come back home

I heard the home team won the game last night
it was televised on the local station
And I couldn't care less
The championship game will be played on Sunday night
it will be broadcasted across the nation
And I couldn't care less

I’ve never had a home
Someplace to call my home
I am the nomad
And I couldn’t care less
I’ve never laid my head
On a childhood familiar bed
I am the nomad
And I couldn't care less