Mom I'm coming home again
I'm gonna lay my heavy head to rest
In my own bed
I drive along the overpass
The wind outside is blowing much too fast
The window looks to nothing all is black
And it’s here
With eyes shut tight
That you run circles
In my mind
It goes it goes and then it’s gone
And when it dies you won’t be seeing me again
Yes I’ll be somewhere else
And I’ll try and try to get it back
To tie back down what has become so unattached
Oh so unattached to me
And it’s here
With eyes shut tight
That you run circles
In my mind
