I left home younger than a man
I knew everything back then
Thought I'd be better off on my own
Thought that I was made of stone
Mama said be good to yourself
But I'm out here killing myself
Daddy said won't you help who you can
But I'm the one that needs a helping hand
I pick up my mail at the Sterling Motel
And I can barely swing that
I know now there ain't nothing like home
And I hope that I can find my way back
I hope that I can find my way
Mama I'm sorry for all my lies
But this stuff is slowly killing me
And daddy won't you help if you can
I could really use your helping hand
I pick up my mail at the Sterling Motel
And I can barely swing that
I know now there ain't nothing like home
And I hope that I can find my way back
I hope that I can find my way