Gone

I don't plan anything

I'm trying to come home

Thoughts of you are always on my

Mind

A runaway from problems my excuse

When I am there

You roll over once again I'm gone

It's old it's plain to see this life of

Tragedy

Save it for later that's what we always

Said

What will that do for us

What will they do for us

What will they do for us now

Tried to paint a picture of the times

That we once shared

Never seemed to be so concerned

The story goes like this

You say I'm almost never there

Independence is what you want

An arm to hold on someone to sleep

Next to in the night

Rolling over once again I'm gone

Look through the backlog an index

Of thoughts

This time it won't get to me

What will they do for us

What will they do for us

What will they do for us now

I tried to paint a picture of the time

We once shared

Never seemed to be so concerned

Sorry and I don't plan really anything

I don't plan anything

I'm trying to come home

Thoughts of you are always on my

Mind

So I'm never gone

What will they do for us