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

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