Will Lloyd - Home Lyrics

Stuck in a poorly ventilated room
Peeling walls all around me
A shit looking corkboard to my right and a beaten up desk on the other flank
But its fine I'm not complaining about it
Take the bag out from under my bunk
Stick my clothes in it
Because I won't be here in the morning
I'll be going home

Going home
Home
Going home
Home

And I'm not saying I don't like the place
I'm just not entirely convinced it's suitable for living in
Some of the greatest venues are fueled by blood, sweat and vomit
But sometimes life gets tough and you want to be able
To see your feet by the end of the night
So thats when I like to take a breather and find my way back home

Going home
Home
Going home
Home

But now you're laying there in your bed
Only one thing on your mind and that's where you're getting the next pint
Going out with people you call mates just to get out of the house for a little while
You find yourself longing for everything you were trying to escape just the other day
So this time on the A23 there's no apprehension
You're absolutely buzzing

Going home
Home
Going home
Home

Now you're back out on the streets
One year older and wiser feeling liberated
You quickly fall back into the life you used to live
And realise how much you've missed it

(But I'm)
Going home
Home
Going home
Home
Going home
Home
Going home
Home