Ray Bull - Go Home

There's something in his way I think he lost his touch He'd swallow anything To entertain his lunch He jumped into the lake But then it froze Read all of William Blake And now he thinks he knows He wants to paint his shoes from blue to gray I say lay it on this could be his very last day Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Don't make that face If it's the last I'll know Gone without a trace I could have loved you more And now and then I brake Down an empty road Where he used to pace Deciding where to go I try so hard To never let it show But you bring it up to watch my heart implode Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Go home Written by Aaron Graham Tucker Elkins --- Fletcher Aleckson - Drums Cole Mercier - Bass