No Place Called Home (Words/Music - Justin Lavash)

Originally recorded on demo album Slide (2010). Recorded in concert for Live in Prague 2015

My home town...

Well, they'll love you to death

(and that's no idle threat)

Squeeze you so hard that the fingermarks show

on the x-rays

And they pinned you down

And it's cold and it's mean and you never fit in

You walked away from the pack

but they treat you like kin anyway

But you always go back there

When you're broke and alone

A tickertape parade

As you go crawling home

My home town...

Well, it's streets stocked with memories you'd rather forget

a kiss in the doorway

the day you let her slip away

And they haunt you down

But the people got married,

the places renamed

You thought it was them

But really it's you who can't change

But you always go back there

When you're broke and alone

A tickertape parade

As you go crawling home

(break)

But you always said one day

You'd go it alone

So just keep on walking

'Coz there's no place called home

There's no place called home

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